Of all the people I've known
This one, you, you really hit home
Half a dozen of one thing
A decade of another
You tried to change the time
When you stole it from your mother
Of all the people left unknown
You taught me me how to be alone
Eleonore Moth-god, daughter of the hot rod
Light like liquid moss covers up
The hard grey rock
I'd put my hat on my head if I had one
Lord knows what He's got in store
Everything is shaped like a cross
And you'd do as easy as the next one
Better open my eyes now
Everything at the door
Best keep my mouth closed
I want to see the lights of Eleonore
Writer(s): Curtis Mathew Kirkwood
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