Consider green lakes

And the idiocy of clocks

Someone shot nostalgia in the back

Someone shot our innocence

And all our colors have run

A broken arrow in a bloody pool

The wound in the face

Of midnight proposals

Someone shot nostalgia in the back

Someone shot our innocence

In the shadow of his smile

In the shadow of his smile

In the shadow of his smile

In the shadow of his smile

All our dreams have melted down

We are hiding in the bushes

From dead men

Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts

All our stories burnt

Our films lost in the rushes

We can't paint any pictures

As the moon had all our brushes

Extracting wasps from stings in flight

Who killed Mr. Moonlight?

Who killed Mr. Moonlight

In the shadow of his smile

Who killed Mr. Moonlight

In the shadow of his smile