To the Moon Songtext
von The Twins of Franklin

Howling at the moon
Writing her a tune
So much to let go
So much to hope for

The well is running dry
The people are so damn tired
So much to let go
So much to hope for

And time keeps tickin on by
Cryin a little bit more than I′d like
So i pick up my pen and go to write
To the moon
I hope you write to her too
Let's send it up to the moon

Corruptions running wild
I′m angry all the tim
So much to let go
So much to hope for


So I'll chug towards the good
Like that little engine that could
Steady and slow
I think I can I think I can I think I can

And time keeps tickin on by
Cryin a little bit more than I'd like
So i pick up my pen and go to write
To the moon
I hope you write to her too
Let′s send it up to the moon

It feels like things I′ve shed
Have come back to haunt me again
And though I've said it before
They won′t be keeping me down no more

And time keeps tickin on by
Cryin a little bit more than I'd like
So i pick up my pen and go to write
To the moon
I hope you write to her too
Let′s send it up to the moon

Let it Burn Let it Burn Let it Burn