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Testo Silver Moons - Sunset Rubdown

Testo della canzone Silver Moons (Sunset Rubdown), tratta dall'album Dragonslayer

Confetti floats away like dead leaves in the wagon's wake

There were parties here in my honor 'til you sent me away

And now silver moons belong to you

Passing the baton from the old mare to the fawn

It was out of line but it was fun didn't you love the part right before the dawn?

And now silver moons belong to you

I'm off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways

Tell the new kids where I hid the wine, tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say

Hey, hey maybe these days are over, over now, maybe these days are over, over now

And I loved it better than anyone else, you know

And I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face

I believe I acted like a child making faces at acquired tastes

And now silver moons belong to you

And silver moons belong to you

I'm off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways

Tell the new kids where I hid the wine, tell their fathers that I'm on my way, say hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh

Hey, hey maybe these days are over, over now, I think maybe these days are over, over now

I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face

And I think maybe these days are over, over now

Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you, looks like the prophecy came true

You are a fallen tree, he is a fallen tree, "How old are you?" "No, how old are you?"

(Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear

There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square

Over are the days that the congas made your hair

Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer)

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear

There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square

Over are the days that the congas made your hair

Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear

There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square

Over are the days that the congas made your hair

Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear

Sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there

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Writer(s): Sean Michael O'boyle
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