The silhouettes are dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing, on the moon.
If you look up to the sky,
On a clear summer night,
Set your eyes to the moon,
And you might just see,
The silhouettes are dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing, on the moon.
If you close your eyes,
And listen tight,
When the wind blows cold,
And the birds stop chirping,
And the trees stop whistling,
And you listen very careful,
You might just hear them laughing,
The silhouettes are laughing,
Laughing,
Laughing,
Laughing, from the moon.
If you hear them laughing,
Then you might see them dancing,
And if you see them dancing,
You could hear them laughing,
The silhouettes are laughing
Laughing,
Laughing,
Laughing, from the moon.
The silhouettes are dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing, in the moon.
The silhouettes are dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing, on the moon.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Battle
PoesíaTwo sides, Stuck in an eternal dance, To fight, to win, to live, to lose, to die. A dance not for the faint of heart, But for the bold and courageous. Both going for the heart, To take it out, and be the first to spill blood. For an eternity has th...
