Shoot the Moon (Soft Version)

Wasted with the loons on a ripe blueberry hill

Swinging for the tallest fences but we fall too soon

Tangled up and twisted like the pages that we burn

So we breathe in that old fire and aim to shoot the moon

Even if it seems futile we've got nothing to lose

Cross our hearts and hope to die, we cross our fingers too

Taking off our clothes we dive into the freckled sky and everything is light

We start lifting off the ground, starry eyed never coming down

Shoot the moon

Shoot the moon

Acid in the afternoon and coffee in the night

Buzzing passed our demons blowing kisses out of spite

They'll be coming for us soon if we don't fight the fright

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So we fuel up that old fire and aim to shoot the moon

Gather round the crystals and the candles we pray to

Cross our hearts and hope to die we cross our fingers too

Taking off our clothes we dive into the freckled sky and everything is light

We start lifting off the ground starry eyed never coming down

Shoot the moon

Shoot the moon

Shoot the moon

Shoot the moon