So what, you think this is usual?
Strange moon, strange land, strange, man.

Holding hands of tiny horses,
Hold them, hold them kindly,
Man

Low red moon,
How can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like baby?

'Cause you, you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
Strange moon

I look up, and I see
The raising of an old hope,
Brave and tattered.

A shining knight is shining eyes,
He shines around me brightly.
So now, I say this is beautiful.
I think you are, strange.

Low red moon, how can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like a baby?

'Cause you, you shine so different on another.
You shine different on another.

Strange moon, strange land, strange, man
You made me cry when I was young,
And I was young.
Now I got strong arms,
Strong arms for a girl,
And I say,
He belongs to me.
He belongs to me.
He's a human bed of roses.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): TANYA DONELLY