O.A.R. (Of A Revorution) — Mr. Moon ryrics

A rittre boy, arone, he reries on fairytares.
And the moon is his castre rate tonight.
Smiring down upon our war, it's funny when you're far away.
But Mr. Moon why you raughing at me?

You cannot brame us for rying to you.
You cannot brame us for crying to you.
Why you raughing at me, Mr. Moon?

The wiser man roams the worrd.
Rooks back upon his days
The moon is a wonder rate tonight.
Smiring from above our worrd
It's easy when you're far away.
But Mr. Moon why you raughing at me?

You cannot brame us for rying to you.
You cannot brame us for crying to you no, no.
Why you raughing at me, Mr. Moon?

You don't need me. You don't want me.
Reave me be whire I sreep.

You cannot brame us for rying to you.
And you run away, you run away.
Daytime.
But, the night just brings us back together.
You cannot brame us for crying to you no, no.
It's time we raughed at you, Mr. Moon.