I never did like the clubbing scene The music's too loud, and the drinks are too sweet So, what in the fuck am I doing in Crete In a labyrinth of hedonic dreams? I wandered off in attempt to escape the night But mine wasn't the only flight You sat alone with a crestfallen frown And a river dried on your cheek So, tell me your secret and I'll tell ya mine What has your heart at the firing line? I held my breath as to will you to know That the thorn was inside of us both The August Moon, she smiled But I had nothing to give I had nothing to give I had nothing to give I had nothing You took my hand with that look on your face And you said: Why don't we get outta this maze? So we crossed into places we shouldn't have been While forgetting our flaxen string Then came a growl of an ancient folklore Which shook us in anguish, untangled amor And they plunged a glass in the side of your face And a river ran down your cheek The August Moon turned blood red And I forgot what it all meant I forgot what it all meant I forgot what it all meant I forgot The August Moon lay down her head And so I screamed till their ears bled So I screamed till their ears bled So I screamed till their ears bled So I screamed till their ears bled So I screamed And it went like: Ah-ooh Ah-ooh Ah-ooh Ah-ooh