H. Hawkline
Moons in My Mirror
[Verse 1]
Yeast and flesh make a loaf for flesh and bones
A totem pole made of dough and dough alone
I never open my post
I'm a moronic morose

[Chorus]
Yeast and flesh make a loaf for flesh and bones
Mahogany eyes and skin as soft as brown sugar
Reflecting the night of daylight moons in my mirror
Mahogany eyes and skin as soft as brown sugar
Reflecting the night of daylight moons in my mirror

[Verse 2]
Moons in my mirror
Moons in my mirror
Moons in my mirror
Tiny waves made by waiting crocodiles
Dirty water streaks down unblinking eyes
You told me horses could talk
They say Cadillac [?]

[Chorus]
Yeast and flesh make a loaf for flesh and bonеs
Mahogany eyes and skin as soft as brown sugar
Reflеcting the night of daylight moons in my mirror
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
[Outro]
One one
Moons in my mirror
Two two
Moons in my mirror
Three three
Moons in my mirror
Four four
Moons in my mirror
Five five
Moons in my mirror
Six six
Moons in my mirror
Seven seven
Moons in my mirror
Eight eight