Letras
The shadow of the gallows
Is the only thing that grows
In the garden of the secrets
That everybody knows
We had the lightning in a bottle
We had the world in a cage
Now I'm just a ghostwriter
On a bloodstained page
Remember the thunder on the edge of the hill
When the heart was a hammer and the world stood still?
The silver's turned to lead and the silk's turned to dust
In a house full of memories and a heart full of rust
Oh, catch the black moon
Before it starts to fall
I'm writing my name
On the cracks of the wall
It's a bittersweet fever
It's a nostalgic crime
Searching for the sunlight
In the wreckage of the time
The needle's at the end
Making that scratching sound
The party's long over
But the king is still crowned
I don't want your mercy
I don't want your sign
Just one more hit of that 1969
Oh, catch the black moon
Before it starts to fall
Take me home now
I'm writing my name
On the cracks of the wall
It's a bittersweet fever
It's a nostalgic crime
Searching for the sunlight
In the wreckage of the time
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away