Any day is half a night.
I'll be the moon.
You hold the light.
You don't wanna know what's been beached on the sand.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Mountains rumble.
The rivers sway.
Run to me - there's a storm on the way.
You don't wanna be alone with the truth on the lam.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Is it a dream?
Darkly so.
Is it a dream?
Darkly so.
So smiles all around - maybe nobody knows.
You don't wanna be near when the fear grips the land.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Writers: Feldman-Jones-Krauss-Maimone-Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.
I'll be the moon.
You hold the light.
You don't wanna know what's been beached on the sand.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Mountains rumble.
The rivers sway.
Run to me - there's a storm on the way.
You don't wanna be alone with the truth on the lam.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Is it a dream?
Darkly so.
Is it a dream?
Darkly so.
So smiles all around - maybe nobody knows.
You don't wanna be near when the fear grips the land.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Writers: Feldman-Jones-Krauss-Maimone-Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.