Silver moon in the dark sky Making the fresh snow...
The Fresh snow has those prints of two wolves...
You think you know me but you don,t.
You think you can see who i am just by looking in...
I can't drink and I can't smoke,
I can't think cause I can't toke...
I was on the road to destruction,
Didn't know which way to go...
I think of all the poets
who sit alone and cry...
The red rose by day,
that turns hearts to clouds...
Turn your back to me,
You can't face the truth...
Weary-eyed, and forlorn,
With the creeping Sun...
I know you might miss me, but I don't care,
To ask for another chance, oh you wouldn't dare...
One, two,
Aching for me to seduce you...
Play with your words
Like they touch the hearts...
We are all good friends,
we've been through a lot...