Blood Moon

Everything gets a little weird in the middle of the night
Everything gets a little weird in the middle of the night
Worries, regrets, and fears
Burning houses and vanished years
Everything gets a little weird in the middle of the night

It’s the blood moon

Everything she said is crawling through your bones
Everything she said is howling through your bones
You’re so tiny lying in your little bed
The night’s so big and you’re so scared
And everything she said is screaming through your bones

It’s the blood moon

There’s ice on your windowpane, fire at your door
Ice on your windowpane, fire at your door
A black sky full of coming rain
A sad whistle on a far-off train
There’s ice on your windowpane, fire at your door

It’s the blood moon

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