Besedila: Better Than Ezra. Friction, Baby. Hung The Moon.

They say you're off, a bit confused
But when the day is done, I'll be with you
I like your eyes, they say you're true
The others whisper and lie

And you framed the sun
Shot out the stars
You paled the sky
And hung the moon

They say you're lost
That your mind's diseased
But when you've finally won
Tell me, who always believed?

That you framed the sun
Shot out the stars
You paled the sky
And hung the moon

Down, down, way low
They never remember
Down, down, way low
Down, down, way low
You always remember
Don't let the words you hear leave your head

The say you're gone
That you left today
But if you change your mind
Know I still feel that same way

And you framed the sun
Shot out the stars
You paled the sky
And hung the moon
And hung the moon
You hung the moon
You hung the moon