Shudder To Think — Lies About the Sky lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Lies About the Sky" by Shudder To Think.
Lyrics
The moon bakes all my dough
Who buys it, I don’t know
The bread they make there
Tastes like thin air
Heaven is above the sun
Much too high, I can see
Several stars form a gun
Hope it’s not loaded
The moon bakes all my dough
Who buys it, I don’t know
The bread they make there
Tastes like thin air
Heaven is above the sun
Much too high, I can see
Several stars form a gun
Hope it’s not loaded
Heaven is above the sun
Much too high, I can see
Several stars form a gun
Hope it’s not loaded
Heaven is above the sun
Much too high, I can see
Several stars form a gun
Hope it’s not loaded
And when our eyes met
We spoke to death