Foreign Diplomats - Amafula

Tonight the mountains hold
A seeping haze, a sleeping ghost
It may keep me soon
'Cause of the blue light of the moon

Tonight the children sing
With plastic voices, about pretty young, pretty young things
With cheap sex and hollow truths
They howl at the blue light of the moon

Oh I, oh I, oh I, oh I
Oh I just stopped
Can love be simple and fun?
Can I craft it for you?
So I, oh I, oh I, oh I
Oh, I'll just stop
Amafula, I love you
Amafula, I love you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

To light this faded voice
With overwhelming noise
It might, it will die soon
'Cause of the blue light of the moon
Oh, oh oh

Oh I, oh I, oh I, oh I
Oh I just stopped
Can love be simple and fun?
Can I craft it for you?
So I, oh I, oh I, oh I
Oh, I'll just stop
Amafula, I love you
Amafula, I love you
Oh, oh oh

Tonight the singer rambles
He's been told to please more people
He's wrong but he thinks he's cool
Under the blue light of the moon

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Under the blue light of the moon
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Under the blue light of the moon

Written by:
Elie Raymond, Antoine Levesque-Roy, Emmanuel Caille-Vallieres, Thomas Bruneau-Faubert, Charles Primeau

Publisher:
Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)

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