Mrs Moon I wanna share my secrets,
I hope you'll keep them.
I grew up with flowers on my head

and paint on my hands.

I met him on a cloudy day

he had red shoes drenched with the rain
On his lips I found Paradise, I thought our love could survive.
We used to talk and walk a lot,

and I still remember when he told me
about his life, about his thoughts and
how I cried and smiled when I got home.


Rit: You drew for me thousands of houses
with pencils and watercolors.

You drew for me lots of marmelade jars
but you threw them on the floor now.


We spent years talking about
our future, the sweetest words on his mouth.
He never bought me flowers but books and cds,

we never went to a restaurant but we saw lots of gigs.
He was a cat and sweet jam and honey and tea.
I was an apple, a flower, a star shining brighter

than wat it seemed.

Rit:


The hopes they die on a airplane that flies,
my heart it dries and grows one eye,

it looks inside, there's nothing left.
He calls your name but you're not there.
But good thing change

and love grows old,
and drawings they burn.