Level 42 - Bitter Moon Lyrics

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Bitter Moon

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What Are The Lyrics For Bitter Moon By Level 42?
Those kissing words that come out of your mouth
Sweet promises to break my heart You talk of love and I begin to trust I don't know why I'm scared Those kissing words they climb inside my head They cloud my mind like purest poison When I'm with you it feels so dangerous I don't know why I'm scared It's driving me crazy Bitter Moon always betrays me Betrays me I know your thoughts I've read your diaries My fingers burn as I turn the page You spoke of love my tears have turned to dust I don't know why I care I'm asking you to give me more than this I need to feel beyond the pain The rain returns to rearrange the rust I don't know why I care It's driving me crazy Bitter Moon always betrays me Betrays me It's cold and it's crazy Bitter Moon always betrays me Betrays me Cold sun in a wet rocky sky A broken beach where the waves come to die I walk alone with fear in my heart Still I deny we're falling apart Cyclops shines through the legendary night The living tale of a time we thought we might The open grave of the shallowness of blame Still I try to hold on to the flame A cold sun like the steel in your eyes The day you said goodbye was the day you saw me die A cold sun no heat for my heart Still I deny we're falling apart It's driving me crazy Bitter Moon always betrays me Betrays me It's cold and it's crazy Bitter Moon always betrays me Betrays me |
Who Wrote Bitter Moon By Level 42?
Gould King
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