Break the Spell

She crosses the moon, still shining down, Long dark hair, turning red under the light A vision alone, in an open mind Staring ahead with fire in her hand But she always knows the sad songs best So she'll think of things she'd rather forget And she's gone, gone And she's gone, gone Because it's so slow, both bones it's a trick To break the spell of moon be quick I think it's stuck what's already begun Check on back when you've come undone But she always knows the sad songs best So she'll think of things she'd rather forget