Crescent

Morning I turn light on
The show is show is over
Your burn your garden foo
The show is, show is over
You and I hope that anyway the wind blows
I don't know who you are
I'll kill you in my memory
Whatever makes you happy
Hey, I'll make you cry
I did my best
When your morning wakes up my breath
I believe I must be dreaming
And new spring with cold smile on her
lips freezes my winter to death
Wu- Wu-
Hey I'll make you cry
I did my best