Lunar
All that it was was a fine-toothed comb
Only in on the night
All that it was was just one pound of flesh
And you didn't get it right
All that it was was a cannibal buzz
Leading you on, day on day
All that it means was in old Paris scenes
An old, sour Beaujolais
All that it wore was a little brittle slip
Drooping right over my head
All that it says is there's nothing left to bless
All that it said is it's dead
Lunar
Todo lo que era era un peine de dientes finos
Solo en la noche
Todo lo que era era solo una libra de carne
Y no lo lograste bien
Todo lo que era era un zumbido caníbal
Llevándote, día tras día
Todo lo que significa estaba en viejas escenas de París
Un viejo y agrio Beaujolais
Todo lo que llevaba era un pequeño vestido frágil
Cayendo justo sobre mi cabeza
Todo lo que dice es que no queda nada que bendecir
Todo lo que dijo es que está muerto
Escrita por: Marty Wilson-Piper / The Church