When the moon is ripe for harvest
Your hart is a jungle
And your mind is a gym
And I’m telling lies and stories
just to try to get in
Your walls are getting weaker
And my odds are growing higher
The moon is ripe for harvest
and my pants are on fire
CHORUS:
You were always around, and I knew it
All these games that we played was just to pass the time
I’ll suffocate your ego
And I’ll penetrate your eyes
Yes, I’ll look into those windows
with my politics and lies
So it's time to pull the trigger now
It's time to make a call
I'll do it for my country
Will I rise or will I fall?
CHORUS
We both know, your thoughts are surplus to my ears
But I’ll pretend to care and I’ll produce some tears
The scales of beauty were tipped in your favour
And the colour of your lips is my favourite flavour
