Moonshot Manchild-Tim Bowness

Moonshot Manchild - Tim Bowness Written by：Tim Bowness/Stephen Bennett You can never say how much you are hurting You can never say how much you feel The days are long when you're not working You feel you've lost the sense of wonder You feel you've lost the golden touch The sonic flights the blood and thunder The sweet sweet songs The temperature is rising ha ha ha But you are still feeling cold The flashing lights up blinding ha ha ha You've never felt so cold Moonshot manchild You're running out of wrong The boy with stranger sessions Became the man who wanted more These dreams we used as weapons Through evening the score The temperature is rising ha ha ha But you are still feeling cold The flashing lights up blinding ha ha ha You've never felt so cold Moonshot manchild You face the night alone We are in this dials of your age A slave to the winds of a phase He dreamt to eternity's gaze Now you're running out of time There's no point in contemplation There's no use for too much thought Your lack of sense then pour The temperature is rising Is rising But you are still feeling cold The flashing lights up blinding Up blinding You've never felt so cold Moonshot manchild You face the night alone