歌词
I watch the sickle red moon rise
I count the days and close my eyes
I recall the party in the street
Your wavin' hair, our dancin' feet
With the red moon risin' full and proud
I wished to steal you from the crowd
Wait my chance to take your hand
And lead you down onto the sand
But friends they summoned me to sing a song
Before I knew the chance was gone
You were dancin' with another guy
And now the moon was full and high
The band was playin' tenderly
The night was ending, I saw you leave
I looked above and I cursed the moon
Why did you need to rise so soon?
Now I watch the sickle red moon rise
I wonder if it's in your skies
I promise you this, I'll never miss
The chance of a kiss for a song
I promise you this, I'll never miss
The chance of a kiss for a song
Written by: Adam Beattie


