Patch on the Moon

You say that I cannot express my emotions You say that I cannot begin to get your devotion But I come from a patch on the moon Where the tables turn on a dime Yeah girls come here as princesses And leave as creatures of the night You hear that people don't talk the way they used to You hear that it's all coming down regardless of whether or not we want it to But I, my dear, suspect that you hear exactly just what you mean to All the girls come here as princesses And leave howling at the full moon Yeah Turn and rise Won't you let your voices sound Bring your cool white light To my darkening town And if I mistake you for a monster in my bed Just bring your warm touch down To my wavering head You said it best when you spoke of angels offering Salvation down on times we are forever breaking But I come from a patch on the moon Where the tables they turn on a dime What seems to clear by the light of the day Gets lost in the fog of the night Yes Uh huh Turn and rise Won't you let your voices sound Bring your cool white light To my darkening town And if I mistake you for a monster in my bed Just bring your warm touch down To my wavering head