Moonbathe Skin - Marc Almond

Moonbathe skin

Moonbathe skin

Of the people of the dark

Will your beauty draw me in Will you hustle with my heart

In the ether of the dusk

Where deceit takes over trust

Will you hustle with my heart

And give me gold that only rusts

Every evening

I’m following an echo

D’un chanson de Juliette Greco

Calls out to the loser in my soul

Moonbathe skin

So pale and so cold

Moonbathe skin

So pale and so cold

Slay me with your golden smile

You who never sees the sun

Though your words are volatile

There’s no bullets in your gun

And before the kiss of day

Loves undertaker comes my way

And I lose myself in you

In your eyes of bitter blue

Every evening

I’m following an echo

D’un chanson de Juliette Greco

Calls out to the loser in my soul

Moonbathe skin

So pale and so cold

Moonbathe skin

So pale and so cold

And with all the makeup gone

And tomorrow looking on Will your beauty still define

Something that forever shines

Following the bruises up your arm

And the circles round your eyes

In the shadows where you live

Where the sun will never rise

Every evening

I’m following an echo

D’un chanson de Juliette Greco

Calls out to the loser in my soul

Moonbathe skin

So pale and so cold

Moonbathe skin

So pale and so cold

Moonbathe skin

So pale and so cold

Moonbathe skin

So pale and so cold