Halloween Birthdaze - New Beat Fund

The moon is a cowboy, stars shoot at our feet.

Dressed up like our heroes,

how stupid were we?

I’m planting you questions, and you’re digging' up bones.

There’s a mouth in my

stomach and it’s singing your song

I float off into the ceiling.

I got your taste now, its on my tongue

You know you got me, know that you got me

I just hope that you want me, hope that you want me

So don’t blow out the light that lights up my face

And make every night my Halloween Birthday

.or is this a done day

The things that you measure, are the moments you waste.

Islands of vultures put

life in your veins

If I was a table, would you pull up a chair?

In a room full of eyes,

would you seek out my stare

I float off into the ceiling.

I got your taste now, its on my tongue

You know you got me, know that you got me

I just hope that you want me, hope that you want me

So don’t blow out the light that lights up my face

And make every night my Halloween Birthday

.or is this a done day

Alone we are, together not.

Look into a melting clock

Step into the unknown, and on and on and off we go

You know you got me, know that you got me

I just hope that you want me, hope that you want me

So don’t blow out the light that lights up my face

And make every night my Halloween Birthday

.or is this a done day