When will the Moon turn Blue,
I've been waitin' with a gaze
They say Tomorrow, its gonna be OK,
But these shoes just too worn to dance again
Its gettin warm, Cut me a slice, of your shadow
Oh yeah, you the Giant, you the Lion, the King of Hopeless Fairytales
When will this brine turn to beer,
I've been waitin' with a gaze
They say Tomorrow, we celebrate
But these shoes just too worn to dance again
I don't seem to wear my hat,
I sail without my lucky mask
There ain't no promise to break
Pull the trigger, walk the plank
Will I come home tomorrow,
She's been waitin' with a gaze
And they say Tomorrow, we shall set this ship ablaze
But these goddamn shoes, better be new when I dance again
