Rolling Moon Songtext
von The Chills

We wander lost forgotten hills
Blue sky, green grass, we are still
The mists enfold us gently smelling
Breeze in our ears softly telling

Of the days of light and laughter long ago
They trace us, taste us, touch our hair
Show us a castle, show us to their lair
To their lair

And the rolling moon rocks on by
We dance until we start to cry
We′ve got feverish sweat and aching bones
Please, oh God, don't take us home


It′s pretty cool but we can't rest
The purple sun sets in the west
We prance on gold-red summer lawns
Dragon-blood evening, buzzing swarms

Of lawnmowers mowing
Summer lawns away (far away!)
I realise we really are quite far away
Far away, far away, far away

And the rolling moon rocks on by
We dance until we start to cry
We've got feverish sweat, aching bones
Please, oh God, don′t take us home
Please, oh God, don′t take us home
Please, oh God, don't take us home