Moonlight Confession

A crimson moon upon the street

Water rising at our feet

In every window, an old photograph

And every silhouette holds half a name

This love is a spell in the deep

A secret we promised to keep

(ooh, a love like a spell)

Under the red moon we drown in the rain

Turning the worship of love into pain

Hotel glass reflections of what we became

I call your name (ahhh)

Flooded streets capture the glow (stay) Secrets the city will never know

(whisper

my

name, just whisper)

Under the red moon we drown in the rain

Turning the worship of love into pain

Hotel glass reflections of what we became

I call your name

(ahhh, I

call your

name)

Rainwater... and

old photos... (stay...)