Turkey Moon

At the end of the year when loves goes to rehab
The candle on the shelf
Feels like a fire in my belly
With the low blood morphine
And my head cracked like and old door
For the moment love is over no, oh!
I wonder how it feels, lifeless dead
Would it be like a powe cut in a little spacecraft
Next to the door I will run in to your arms
And I feel like I’m ready for the final march
Turkey moon give all your diet soon
Feeling thin
I can run like in San Fermin
When the summer stays in my melodia
I take a walk by the snowed mountains of Cuba
With a blind tourist guide
And my feet move like Fred Astaire’s
Chased by a pride of lions
I wonder how it feels, lifeless dead
Would it be like a power cut in a little spacecraft
Next to the door I will leave the keys
Come whenever you want
I’m ready for the final march
Turkey moon give me all your diet soon
Feeling thin
I can run like in San Fermin