The moon was an orange in a violet skynwhen you chose to show me, who you really arennAnd I can't have known that this could leadnto a terrible death of a girl in neednTo a terrible death, oh, a terrible death, indeednA terrible death indeednnThe moon was an orange halo round your headnwhen your pretty, pale hands made sure that I was deadnnBut you felt no joy in your successncause I lay there cold and unimpressednyeah, I lay there cold and you tried to clean the messnClean the mess, clean the mess, clean the messnnThe moon was an orange that I could not see