Nannou

Slean Sarah Blue Parade Twin Moon Hey Mister Paper Better get your story straight We're not from the sixties And it's Sarah with an H And oh sometimes The way you read things The way you see things Hurts my heart I fear Somehow they'll find the need To spit out my name Like a watermelon seed Sometimes I think what am I doing? This business of bleeding A dime for showing My heart Oh twin moon You are my twin moon Take me up-sky so I can kiss you Drink your starlight I want to show you I want to show you My heart