Sketches Of The Moon

All your sketches of the moon Brought me back For a while we were immune to the sands of time Well you came out ripe and tender All your stories end too soon You talk too fast All those things you said you'll do Stuck in the past Well you came out ripe and tender What an awful way to break the spell Wont you cut yourself some slack Wont you cut yourself some slack Wont you cut yourself some slack Wont you cut yourself some slack