Tonight the mountains hold
A seeping haze, a sleeping ghost
It may keep me soon
'Cause of the blue light of the moon
Tonight the children sing
With plastic voices, about pretty young, pretty young things
With cheap sex and hollow truths
They howl at the blue light of the moon
Oh I, oh I, oh I, oh I
Oh I just stopped
Can love be simple and fun?
Can I craft it for you?
So I, oh I, oh I, oh I
Oh, I'll just stop
Amafula, I love you
Amafula, I love you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
To light this faded voice
With overwhelming noise
It might, it will die soon
'Cause of the blue light of the moon
Oh, oh oh
Oh I, oh I, oh I, oh I
Oh I just stopped
Can love be simple and fun?
Can I craft it for you?
So I, oh I, oh I, oh I
Oh, I'll just stop
Amafula, I love you
Amafula, I love you
Oh, oh oh
Tonight the singer rambles
He's been told to please more people
He's wrong but he thinks he's cool
Under the blue light of the moon
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Under the blue light of the moon
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Under the blue light of the moon