Picture of the moon you gave to me that night. The stars were out to play, the moon was shining bright. If only I had known that it would end so soon. I was left with a picture of the moon.
The sound of soft guitars beneath the spanish skies. Across the candle lights the sadness in your eyes. If only I had known that it would end so soon. I was left with a picture of the moon.
Picture of the moon you gave to me that night. The stars were out to play, the moon was shining bright. However could I know that it would end so soon? I was left with a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon. All that's left is a picture of the moon.