The Moon has gone beyond the horizon
And as ever Tet-a-tet
I see neither Alpha nor Omega
And try to read your name overhead
I grant you calm of my soul
My expectation hurries me
To put up umbrella above the stars
And shed odds of our tears
Hey, mommy
You have a bad son
Hey, honey
Just fucking go around
In the shade of cold
I will leave your home
Recollecting all my feels
Secret of your heart
Send a post card
Till I’m painting by clouds
Hey, mommy
You have a bad son
Hey, honey
Just fucking go around
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