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Distance of the Moon has a marvelous romantic urgency to it: the lyrical mood whipsaws between love and regret and conciliation and patterned cynicism, with the looming end of the world more or less menacing the whole narrative. Hell yes.
when I was younger I wouldn't give her a second glance
he's got no money and he's got no common sense
you think it's funny to call me honey
and call me a bitch behind my back
well baby don't be mad
and would it be so bad
to give him another second chance?
that's what they call romance (x4)
that's what they call it
you have to make things last
that's what they call romance (x3)
that's what they call it
the creature is hidden from us
the creature is from the black lagoon
we measure the weight of wisdom
we measure the distance of the moon
the car is waiting and I'll be taking you home tonight
the world is worthless when you live on a satelllite
and after dinner you'll be the winner
the queen of the kingdom of the night
we'll sing your favorite song
and if it's really wrong
then why does it feel so fucking right?
you don't have to fight (x4)
so don't fight it
you can't make things right
you don't have to fight (x3)
so why bother?
the clock on the wall reads midnight
the watch on your arm says afternoon
we measure the biggest building
we measure the distance of the moon (x2)
he's too congenial and confused to commit a crime
we should have seen his red pajamas as a sign
and all of a sudden his hand's on the button
saying that everything is fine
it's all on tv
as cities fall to sea
it's like this every single time
it happens all the time (x4)
that's how it happens
no reason no rhyme
no warning no sign
it happens all the time (x2)
it's just what happens
they say it was all too sudden
they say it was over all too soon
we measure the price of peace and
we measure the distance of the moon (x2)
