Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Music of the Moon, artist - Martha Tilston. Album song Of Milkmaids and Architects, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 12.11.2006
Song language: English
Music of the Moon |
You throw down the blanket, say, «let's sit here for a while, I’ll find a way |
to open this wine,» |
The fishermen are silhouetted by the almond moon, the pendulum above, |
the absence of time, |
And the ink black sea gurgled around you and me, I remember it because we were |
lagooned, |
Then you hand me the guitar and I say, «look I’ve really nothing to play,» |
The greyhound clouds race across the sky and you say, «just play the music of |
the moon, the music of the moon…» |
I wondered where you came from as I rose in your arms from deep deep sleep |
today, |
if love is measured by the kissing of your eyelids then I should kiss them |
every day, and I mean EVERY day. |
And the ink black sea closed in around you and me, |
And the ink black sea closed in around you and me, |
And the ink black sea closed in around you and me, I remember it, |
Because we were lagooned |
So hand me the guitar, I say, «there's something that I must play,» |
The greyhound clouds race across the sky and we spend hours and hours and hours |
just playing the music of the moon, the music of the moon… |
You throw down the blanket, say, «let's sit here for a while, I’ll find a way |
to open this wine,» |
The fishermen are silhouetted by the almond moon, the pendulum above, |
the absence of time… |