Beaut - Brooke Waggoner

I caught a glimpse of the moon a glowin' and a gleamin in your eye

Yes it shined like the moon in the middle of the river on the palest of nights

And a pack of sirens in the field to your left

Caught your eyes and you were wise and moved on

Yeh their looks all in your face, it was a mangled motley clutter

And you uttered things and moved and traveled on

Yes you uttered things and moved and traveled on

I don’t go strong, I don’t go strong honey

I don’t move far, I don’t move far honey

I don’t go strong, I don’t go strong honey

I don’t move far, I don’t move far honey

And a pack of sirens in the field to your left

Caught your eyes and you were wise and moved on

Yeh their looks all in your face, it was a mangled motley clutter

And you uttered things and moved and traveled on

Yes you uttered things and moved and traveled on