Last of the Great Thunderstorm Warnings Songtext
von The Besnard Lakes

Oh, mother, could you make the moon talk to me?
′Cause everybody here, they hate my dream
Could you tear apart the world and make them see?
When me and moon will talk, no one else around can breathe

Oh, mother, can you make the moon talk to me?
In the dark lonely seasons of my mind
When me and moon will talk, no one else around will breathe
And I'm lost on the Broadway of my mind
Oh, mama, can you take her mind and make her see?

Hide your eyes
Don′t leave memories
Of your warm summer body
But it's all the same to me


Leave a light on for me, love
No one else will take me now
Leave a light on for me, love
No one else will take me now

Hide your eyes
Don't leave memories
Of your warm summer body
But it′s all the same to me

Leave a light on for me, love
No one else will take me now
Leave a light on for me, love
No one else will take me now

For the last of the great thunderstorm warnings

Leave a light on for me, love
No one else will take me now
Leave a light on for me, love
No one else will take me now
Leave a light on for me, love
No one else will take me now