Bauhaus - Who killed Mr Moonlight?



Consider green lakes

and the diary of clocks

Someone shot nostalgia in the back

Someone shot our innocence



A broken arrow in a bloody pool.

The wound in the face

of Midnight proposals.

Someone shot nostalgia in the back

Someone shot our innocence



in the shadow of his smile

in the shadow of his smile

in the shadow of his smile

in the shadow of his smile



All our dreams have melted down

we are hiding in the bushes

from dead men

doing Douglas Fairbanks stunts



all our stories burnt

our films lost in the rushes

we can't paint any pictures

as the moon had all our brushes



extracting wasps from stings in flight

Who killed Mr Moonlight?

Who killed Mr Moonlight?

in the shadow of his smile

Who killed Mr Moonlight?

in the shadow of his smile