So what, you think this is usual

Strange moon, strange land

Strange man



Hold your hands with ?tightly? horses

Hold'em, hold'em kindly

Man



Low red moon

I'll paint you

Sleep like a baby

Sleep like a baby

And you shine so different on another

You shine different on another



I look up and I see the raising of an old hope

Brave and tattered

A shinning night with shinning eyes

That shines around me brightly



So now I say "This is beautiful"

I think you are

Strange



Low red moon

I'll paint you

Sleep like a baby

Sleep like a baby

And you shine so different on another

You shine different on another

Strange moon, strange land

Strange



Moon you made me cry when I was young

And I was young

Now I've got strong arms

Strong arms from the Spinning God

And I say "He belongs to me, he belongs to me"

His arms ________________

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