Under ugly moons Pleasant as it was I don't assume I was there at all The nights so full of flaws You could be making it up The seconds that I lost Gone are all faces Threaded into the dark you could be right about you could be right about Walking east of the world I heard laughing Imagined that it was all Hideous but true the wild things we do It could be nothing of mine Just someone that I knew Gone are all places Threaded into the dark you could be right about you could be right about