Consider green lakes And the idocy of clocks Someone shot nostalgia in the back Someone shot our innocence
A broken arrow in a bloody pool The wound in the face Of midnight proposals Someone shot nostalgia in the back Someone shot our innocence
In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile In the shadow of his smile
All our dreams have melted down We are hiding in the bushes From dead men Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts
All our stories burnt Our films lost in the rushes We can't paint any pictures As the moon had all our brushes
Extracting wasps from stings in flight Who killed Mr. Moonlight? Who killed Mr. Moonlight? In the shadow of his smile Who killed Mr. Moonlight? In the shadow of his smile