Lies About the Sky - Shudder To Think

The moon bakes all my dough

Who buys it, I don’t know

The bread they make there

Tastes like thin air

Heaven is above the sun

Much too high, I can see

Several stars form a gun

Hope it’s not loaded

The moon bakes all my dough

Who buys it, I don’t know

The bread they make there

Tastes like thin air

Heaven is above the sun

Much too high, I can see

Several stars form a gun

Hope it’s not loaded

Heaven is above the sun

Much too high, I can see

Several stars form a gun

Hope it’s not loaded

Heaven is above the sun

Much too high, I can see

Several stars form a gun

Hope it’s not loaded

And when our eyes met

We spoke to death