Sunset Rubdown - Silver Moons lyrics
[Sunset Rubdown - Silver Moons lyrics]
Confetti floats away
Like dead leaves in the wagon's wake
There were parties here in my honor
'til you sent me away
And now silver moons belong to you
Passing the baton from the old
Mare to the faun
It was out of line but it was fun
Didn't you love the part
Right before the dawn?
And now silver moons belong to you
I'm off to the ballet and to
Practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Tell their fathers that I'm on my way
And sing
Hey, Hey, Maybe the days are over, over now
Maybe these days are over, over now
And I loved it better than
Anyone else you know
And I believe in growing old with grace
I believe she only loved my face
I believe I acted like a child
Making faces at acquired tastes
And now silver moons belong to you
And silver moons belong to you
I'm off to the ballet and
Practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Tell their fathers that I'm on my way
Maybe these are over over now
I think maybe these days are over, over now
I believe in growing old with grace
I believe she only loved my face
And I think maybe these days are over
Over now
Gone are the days bonfires make
Me think of you
Looks like the prophecy came true
You are a fallen tree he is a fallen tree
How old are you? No, how old are you?
Under the all the folds of
The dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and
A riot in the square
Over are the days that the
Congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of
Your hey-o hey-o cheer
Under the all the folds of
The dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and
A riot in the square
Over are the days that the
Congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of
Your hey-o hey-o cheer
Under the all the folds of
The dresses that you wear
Sway around to the cadence of your
Voice when you sang there
Like dead leaves in the wagon's wake
There were parties here in my honor
'til you sent me away
And now silver moons belong to you
Passing the baton from the old
Mare to the faun
It was out of line but it was fun
Didn't you love the part
Right before the dawn?
And now silver moons belong to you
I'm off to the ballet and to
Practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Tell their fathers that I'm on my way
And sing
Hey, Hey, Maybe the days are over, over now
Maybe these days are over, over now
And I loved it better than
Anyone else you know
And I believe in growing old with grace
I believe she only loved my face
I believe I acted like a child
Making faces at acquired tastes
And now silver moons belong to you
And silver moons belong to you
I'm off to the ballet and
Practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Tell their fathers that I'm on my way
Maybe these are over over now
I think maybe these days are over, over now
I believe in growing old with grace
I believe she only loved my face
And I think maybe these days are over
Over now
Gone are the days bonfires make
Me think of you
Looks like the prophecy came true
You are a fallen tree he is a fallen tree
How old are you? No, how old are you?
Under the all the folds of
The dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and
A riot in the square
Over are the days that the
Congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of
Your hey-o hey-o cheer
Under the all the folds of
The dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and
A riot in the square
Over are the days that the
Congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of
Your hey-o hey-o cheer
Under the all the folds of
The dresses that you wear
Sway around to the cadence of your
Voice when you sang there