The Chills - Rolling Moon lyrics

We wander lost forgotten hills Blue sky, green gra**, we are still The mists enfold us gently smelling Breeze in our ears softly telling Of the days of light and laughter long ago They trace us, taste us, touch our hair Show us a castle and show us to their lair - to their lair And the rolling moon rocks on by We dance until we start to cry We've got feverish sweat and aching bones But please oh God, don't take us home It's pretty cool but we can't rest The purple sun sets in the west We prance on gold - red summer lawns Dragons-blood evening, the buzz of swarms Of lawnmowers mowing summer lawns away, far away I realise we really are quite far away, far away Far away, far away And the rolling moon rocks on by We dance until we start to cry We've got feverish sweat and aching bones But please oh God, don't take us home Please oh God, don't take us home Please oh God, don't take us home