FullMoon Sitting on a corner all alone,
staring from the bottom of his soul,
watching the night come in from the windowIt'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again
In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane to knowRunning away from it all
"I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks Hunted by his own,
again he feels the moon rising on the skyFind a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore
Someones at the door, understanding too demanding
Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending
Makes him insane againShe should not lock the open door
(run away ru...