Paraselene woman, I’m your man on the moon,
And like a grain of diamond dust, you float,
And my devotion’s outer, crust… cracks.
Paraselene woman, I’m your man on the moon,
And like a grain of diamond dust, you float,
And my devotion’s outer, crust… cracks.
Paraselene woman, I’m your man on the moon, And like a grain of diamond dust, you float, And my devotion’s outer, crust…...
Glass In The Park- Alex Turner