Silver Moons Songtext
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Silver Moons Songtext
Confetti floats away like dead leaves in the wagon′s wake
There were parties here in my honor 'til you sent me away
And now silver moons belong to you
Passing the baton from the old mare to the fawn
It was out of line but it was fun didn′t you love the part right before the dawn?
And now silver moons belong to you
I'm off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine, tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say
Hey, hey maybe these days are over, over now, maybe these days are over, over now
And I loved it better than anyone else, you know
And I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face
I believe I acted like a child making faces at acquired tastes
And now silver moons belong to you
And silver moons belong to you
I′m off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine, tell their fathers that I′m on my way, say hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh
Hey, hey maybe these days are over, over now, I think maybe these days are over, over now
I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face
And I think maybe these days are over, over now
Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you, looks like the prophecy came true
You are a fallen tree, he is a fallen tree, "How old are you?" "No, how old are you?"
(Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your ′hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer)
Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There′s an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh′ cheer
Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh′ cheer
Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
Sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there
There were parties here in my honor 'til you sent me away
And now silver moons belong to you
Passing the baton from the old mare to the fawn
It was out of line but it was fun didn′t you love the part right before the dawn?
And now silver moons belong to you
I'm off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine, tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say
Hey, hey maybe these days are over, over now, maybe these days are over, over now
And I loved it better than anyone else, you know
And I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face
I believe I acted like a child making faces at acquired tastes
And now silver moons belong to you
And silver moons belong to you
I′m off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine, tell their fathers that I′m on my way, say hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh
Hey, hey maybe these days are over, over now, I think maybe these days are over, over now
I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face
And I think maybe these days are over, over now
Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you, looks like the prophecy came true
You are a fallen tree, he is a fallen tree, "How old are you?" "No, how old are you?"
(Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your ′hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer)
Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There′s an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh′ cheer
Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh′ cheer
Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
Sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there
Writer(s): Sean Michael O'boyle, Ian Mcfadyen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com