Worlds In Collision

Any day is half a night.
I’ll be the moon.
You hold the light.
You don’t wanna know what’s been beached on the sand.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me — I will cover you.
Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Mountains rumble.
The rivers sway.
Run to me — there’s a storm on the way.
You don’t wanna be alone with the truth on the lam.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Is it a dream?
Darkly so.
Is it a dream?
Darkly so.
So smiles all around — maybe nobody knows.
You don’t wanna be near when the fear grips the land.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me — I will cover you.
Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me — I will cover you.
Don’t it seem to be like a honeymoon?