Ed Schrader’s Music Beat - Pink Moons

Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
I will watch the fire rise
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Trickle of the ocean on me
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Sadie Hawkins every night
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Walkin' in the Old Kingdom crypt

Got a mini concert pit that follows me home
Ancient branches scratch the skies, won't leave me alone
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Walkin' in a planet of glass
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Brittle candy skull made of mints
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
You can see the plants in the dark
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
An avalanche of glitter marquees

I am strange to all the kids in Sangertown Square
I will talk to anyone if nobody's there
When you've made a list of names, they follow you home
We'll sleep in Roman amphitheatres under the bones

Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
I will watch the fire rise
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Trickle of the ocean on me
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Sadie Hawkins every night
Under pink moons, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Walkin' in the Old Kingdom crypt
Under pink moons

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