"Cold Moon" lyrics

Alela Diane & Ryan Francesconi Lyrics

"Cold Moon"

There is blue above the clouds
Even on the darkest day
There is black beyond the blue
Boundless, infinite and true

Cold moon came around again
Seems she cannot stay away
Cold moon, cold November moon
Comes to take the days

We go where the roads go
As if these roads will always be
As if the city is always constant as the sea
As the sea, as the sea, as the sea

There is war out in the east
Even on the brightest day
How the shadows of belief
Root as firmly as a misprinted seed

Cold moon came around again
Seems she cannot stay away
Cold moon, cold November moon
Comes to take the stage

We go where the roads go
As if these roads will always be
As if the city is always constant as the sea
And who knows where our lives go
Passing vaguely like the fog
And fading into nothing that can be seen
Can be seen, can be seen, can be seen

We have questions for the night sky
We have questions but she won't reply
We have questions, we have questions, we have questions


Writer(s): Ryan Francesconi, Alela Diane
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