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 shadows on what is wrong well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more The sun wakes up, bring sparkles in the morning light, Rubbs a belly bouncer head to cry, she lost him before they were wed but he's there in her heart and her head, he's still alive Well the moon and the stars can't cast shadows of what is wrong dead, living is lead. Nothing more Oh the moon lights up over the battlefield now.