Lyrics Dead Moon - Lost Lander

Dead Moon

on the clock
you never let me think of quitting
«our» shop
'd be nice 'f you paid a visit
or any mind
I’m a stranger without the time.
accident
shouldn’t o' flown in nasty weather
all alone
'bet your last words were stupid
the god of fire
purifies the missing wires
hiders hide
intents to play both sides
you don’t dare ask them why
this dead horse is a liar
the tables turn
like tricks, an instant fix
you’ll know what you’ve found
on a dead moon