Twin Moon

Hey Mister Paper

Better get your story straight

We're not from the sixties

And it's Sarah with an h

And, oh, sometimes

The way you read things

The way you see things

The way you reach things

Hurts my heart

Oh, I fear

Somehow you'll find the need

To spit out my name

Like a watermelon seed

And, oh, sometimes

I think 'what am I doing?

This business of bleeding'

A dime for showing

My heart

Oh, twin moon

You are my twin moon

Take me up-sky

So I can kiss you

Drink your starlight

Oh, twin moon

You are my twin moon

Take me up-sky

So I can kiss you

Drink your start light

I want to show you

I want to show you

I want to show you

My heart