Moonbeams tumble, through the gaps in the trees Playing catch with the light on the frosted leaves Over a red jalopy sitting like a single drop of blood In the snow They′d been singing with Sinatra on the radio Driving home for Christmas break, weeks ago He took a wrong turn at the crossroads More time to get to know her
Cheeks as flushed as Santa's As she flashed that Disney smile Laughing at his jokes, too hard To thank him for the ride Little did she know how long he′d loved her from afar He never dared To dream they'd share This moment In his car
Ripped out of his daydream by an eerie cry Her cartoon eyes are swelling now, afraid and wide Skid, crash, bang, wham Stranded in the icy woods Cold, alone and hungry as the weeks went by Tormented by their thoughts on how to stay alive Cries becoming louder As the wendigo wind moaned outside
Batted frozen eyelashes And pleaded for a kiss Tweezers in her hand As he helplessly leaned in Jabbed him the neck and twisted Hard as weak arms could He's fading as Her face becomes A Jackson Pollock canvas Of blood
She took a sharp ragged breath, and closed her eyes Imagining a tablecloth, a side of fries Eat to live don′t live to eat How different could this taste from any other meat?
Moonbeams tumble through the gaps in the trees Lighting up a brand-new car of reckless teens Taking the wrong turn at the cross-roads Past a spectre With a bite Out of his cheekTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
