The Moon
Andrew Rourke / Dolores O'Riordan / Olé Koretsky
You see I make my way
You see I make my way
Oh brother, I don't understand you
Oh brother, I don't understand you
It's just a simple trait of who you are
Just a mirror-like reflection of your face
You see I make my way, the way I navigate
Oh brother, I don't understand you
The night was dark, the moon was high
The moon was shinning
She was falling apart
In the night she was pining, pining
No, she's falling apart
In the beginning
He had broken her heart