Moonbathe Skin

Moonbathe skin Moonbathe skin Of the people of the dark Will your beauty draw me in Will you hustle with my heart In the ether of the dusk Where deceit takes over trust Will you hustle with my heart And give me gold that only rusts Every evening I'm following an echo D'un chanson de Juliette Greco Calls out to the loser in my soul Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold Slay me with your golden smile You who never sees the sun Though your words are volatile There's no bullets in your gun And before the kiss of day Loves undertaker comes my way And I lose myself in you In your eyes of bitter blue