(Howlin‘ at the Moon)


Boring sunday Don‘t know what to do Crawl into my bed Try to kill the time
Look out of my window As the clouds roll by Try to get some inspiration From the sky
Like your damn live That finds you soon And leaves you Howlin‘ at the moon
Some days are lonely Some days so sad Dreamin‘ of a good time Some day you had
My trouble with dreams Is I always wake up When the best Is yet to come
Just like the real life The end to soon And leave you Howlin‘ at the moon

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