The moon lights up over the battlefield now,
With a blistering heat somehow
Lifeless and broken heart to death,
they should have just stayed home instead
stayed alive.
We'll let her rice 
We gliss on some others eyes
She wonders where when and why
She could have tucket him in his bed, 
with a kiss on the cheek and his head
He'd still lay

Well the moon and the stars can't cast shaddows on what is wrong
well my boys are dead, living is lead.
Nothing more
The sun wakes up, bring sparkles in the morning light, [bad word] a belly bouncer head to cry, she lost him before they were wed
but hes there in her heart and her head, hes still alive

Well the moon and the stars can't cast shaddows of what is wrong
well my boys are dead, living is lead.
Nothing more
Oh the moon lights up over the battlefield now.