The moon was an orange in a violet sky When you chose to show me, who you really are
And I can't have known that this could lead To a terrible death of a girl in need To a terrible death, oh, a terrible death, indeed A terrible death indeed
The moon was an orange halo round your head When your pretty, pale hands made sure that I was dead
But you felt no joy in your success 'Cause I lay there cold and unimpressed Yeah, I lay there cold and you tried to clean the mess Clean the mess, clean the mess, clean the mess
