The Blue Moon Holding a straight line Cruising like a fungus through time And to define it all I would have to know them better The creatures of my mind How can one escape his own mind? The Blue Moon In presence of red wine Hiding in its gown a disgrace Yet in its face You can see the marks of living Harrowed by the light How did it start, why must we fight? Ooh... Lying still in the cool, green grass on this summer night The pale grey moon turning blue on me in a strange delight, lush and bright A Blue Moon Holding a straight line Cruising like a fungus through time And to define it all I would have to know them better The creatures of my mind How can one escape his own mind? Hiding here in the quiet night With my goblins twisting and turning The big blue moon shifting colors now Yellow and burning Lush and bright
moon, fungus, blue, lush, cruising