Testo Break The Spell

She crosses the moon, still shining down,
long dark hair, turning red under the light
A vision alone, in an open mind
Staring ahead with fire in her hand
But she always knows the sad songs best
So she’ll think of things she’d rather forget

And she’s gone, gone
And she’s gone, gone

Because it’s so slow, both bones it’s a trick
To break the spell of moon be quick
I think it’s stuck what’s already begun
Check on back when you’ve come undone
But she always knows the sad songs best
So she’ll think of things she’d rather forget