The Bastards: Volume Three

We crept from the room The moonlight spilled down the hall And I tiptoed with you Then we climbed out the window And there in the yard Our nightclothes blowing in the breeze And you looked up at the sky And said the moon would be ours And all this ti

Back when I used to wander, I was always out looking for signs But they were never there, so I'd pull 'em from the air We all believed in something, but like you I can't say why It's just a whisper in our ear, or a bottle for our fears Hold me to lig