Who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop? To harness the power of swoon and then drop, the reins as if failure were not a choice but preordained by an authoritative voice, who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop?
I’d have burned down that flag if we’d stayed long enough and replaced with a symbol of love, but matches won’t work without air, and hey maybe that’s why we got scared?
Who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop? To harness the power of swoon and then drop, the reins as if failure were not a choice but preordained by an authoritative voice, who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop?
The man who hangs in the crescent we thought was just charming and pleasant, but critics will always be there, and hey maybe that’s why we got scared?
Who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop? To harness the power of swoon and then drop, the reins as if failure were not a choice but preordained by an authoritative voice, who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop?
Now we sit side by side thanks to friends who conspired. Let’s return to the moon, let’s return to full swoon, let’s return to the moon and pick up where we left off.
Written by Marmaduke Dando Hutchings
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Who Would Have Thought We Would Go to the Moon and Stop
Who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop? To harness the power of swoon and then drop, the reins as if failure were not a choice but preordained by an authoritative voice, who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop?
I’d have burned down that flag if we’d stayed long enough and replaced with a symbol of love, but matches won’t work without air, and hey maybe that’s why we got scared?
Who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop? To harness the power of swoon and then drop, the reins as if failure were not a choice but preordained by an authoritative voice, who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop?
The man who hangs in the crescent we thought was just charming and pleasant, but critics will always be there, and hey maybe that’s why we got scared?
Who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop? To harness the power of swoon and then drop, the reins as if failure were not a choice but preordained by an authoritative voice, who would have thought we would go to the moon and stop?
Now we sit side by side thanks to friends who conspired. Let’s return to the moon, let’s return to full swoon, let’s return to the moon and pick up where we left off.
Written by Marmaduke Dando Hutchings