Marc Almond - Moonbathe Skin lyrics

Moonbathe skin Moonbathe skin Of the people of the dark Will your beauty draw me in Will you hustle with my heart In the ether of the dusk Where deceit takes over trust Will you hustle with my heart And give me gold that only rusts Every evening I'm following an echo D'un chanson de Juliette Greco Calls out to the loser in my soul Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold Slay me with your golden smile You who never sees the sun Though your words are volatile There's no bullets in your gun And before the kiss of day Loves undertaker comes my way And I lose myself in you In your eyes of bitter blue Every evening I'm following an echo D'un chanson de Juliette Greco Calls out to the loser in my soul Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold And with all the makeup gone And tomorrow looking on Will your beauty still define Something that forever shines Following the bruises up your arm And the circles round your eyes In the shadows where you live Where the sun will never rise Every evening I'm following an echo D'un chanson de Juliette Greco Calls out to the loser in my soul Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold Moonbathe skin So pale and so cold