Testo Blue Moon

Push me down, I think I'm falling
Cranberry lips from darkened wine
And gothic verse ain't spoken now
I'm staring out through a white wall and
people seem

Knock me out I feel like laughing
Manchester prose from parlor boys would only make me smile some more
I've smiled my way to this white room and
people seem

Now I'm walking where the air is clean
A blue moon on the rise, I sigh
Life meant more when it was hurtful

Cross my feet I feel like dancing
Hardwood floors on summer nights
Make summer seem more bearable
Autumns trapped in October and people seem

Take my life you wouldn't want it
The smell of beer clogs up my pores And leaves me screaming yes for more
More of this in my white house and people seem

Now I'm walking where the air is clean
A blue moon on the rise, I sigh
Life meant more when it was hurtful

Here's the moral of the story:
Happiness can eclipse doubt
And leave you wandering about
Worm your way through the white walls and
people seem strange