The Morning Moon - Bucket of Blue

Waiting it out, wading down, waiting for you
Sold my doubt to the hollow ground, now I've got pity for two
For a shitshow daydream
And a sad-eyed May queen
And a bucket of blue
For a bedlam baby
And a moonstone lady
I've got nothing to do
You stay up late and you hide your face and I'm jealous of you
But with a quick charade and a narrow escape I'll learn to be cool
For my smoke ring misfit
And my breakdown dance kid
By the end of the night
'Cause my left turn bliss hit
And my campfire wishlist
Wouldn't kiss me right
No they wouldn't kiss me right

Written by:
Max Eliot

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