Disco Moon

I wanna document every felt moment and every scent

There's a dancer in the car she's wearing red we don't know where we are

There's a man with a pipe he's scratching his head I think he's looking to fight

Head on the tar I'm seeing stars and this means war

Disco Moon we'll be dancing to your greatest tunes

Disco Moon everyone in love underneath your blue

All out of cigarettes that you lost in a bet we'd better jet

I kissed the singer's lips through the subway door she was playing for tips

I saw the second act hummed the silly score everybody clapped

Promised you I'd go on the telephone but I never showed