The Moon Was Red and Dangerous

water street is just the same

oh, honey come back to me

you see it’s lonely and grey in the city

but oh the sun will surely rise,

warm my clothes, and warm your eyes

from the treacherous night,

how the moon was red and dangerous

come back ya hear,

all the loneliest stories will fade

i still see your face…on the ground

now there’s no one around

all the birds and whispers play

oh, honey come back to me

you know that treacherous ride in the city

and oh the sun is surely risin’

it came as no surprise

and the hills on the country-side are singin

what kind of crime

must we give out this time to know

how the lines move across this place

but there’s nobody else

there’s nobody else…

here