Well the moon is red
And there's smoke in my lungs
Nothing new, but there's usually less
And the moon is red
There's spit in my eyes
It's like a sheepish disguise
I held 'em back until now, but the wolves are right outside
And there's spit in my eyes
And the moon is red
Thinking of cutting out
On what I've got left
It's beautifully whole, but I think I've seen its best
Thinking of cutting out
On what I've got left
Well we're losing our bond
It's always been too long
I love you like hell and I wanna see you move on
But we're losing our bond
And the moon is red
And it's been almost a year
Since we talked about her
She's still gone and I still cry, but you'll never hear
And it's been almost a year
And the moon's still f*cking red
Well the moon is red
And there's smoke in my lungs
Wish I could leave it behind, but I just can't change my mind
And the moon is red