we spend our days drinking flowers we spend the sun kissing like teenagers but i found bones on my doorstep i don t know what it s supposed to mean reminded me of something you said last summer under the clover tree but when the moon arrives x3 you stroke my hair and say goodnight where there was ink on my fingers now there is blood on my hands don t tell me that it gets better i never did understand cause when the moon arrives x3 you stroke my hair and say goodnight i wish that when the moon would arrive if the moon arrived when the moon would arrive you d kiss my lips and stay the night