Rolling Moon

The Chills

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    We wander lost forgotten hills
    Blue sky, green grass, we are still
    The mists enfold us gently smelling
    Breeze in our ears softly telling
    Of the days of light and laughter long ago
    They trace us, taste us, touch our hair
    Show us a castle and show us to their lair - to their lair

    And the rolling moon rocks on by
    We dance until we start to cry
    We've got feverish sweat and aching bones
    But please oh God, don't take us home

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    It's pretty cool but we can't rest
    The purple sun sets in the west
    We prance on gold - red summer lawns
    Dragons-blood evening, the buzz of swarms
    Of lawnmowers mowing summer lawns away, far away
    I realise we really are quite far away, far away
    Far away, far away

    And the rolling moon rocks on by
    We dance until we start to cry
    We've got feverish sweat and aching bones
    But please oh God, don't take us home
    Please oh God, don't take us home
    Please oh God, don't take us home

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    Composition: Martin Phillipps

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