My Guitar Is Trying To Kill Me – Right at the Moon Lyrics

Right at the Moon – My Guitar Is Trying To Kill Me Lyrics

Angel flies over crooked treeline

Yesterday, in the evening

Steers a red ship on a starseed

Turns it's cheek, faces away from me

Now I'm just firing my pistol

Right at the moon

Now I'm just firing my pistol

Right at the moon

I put batteries on your electric stovetop

To

Stepped into the burning blackest night

I walked until the

To know there's nothing wrong

I need these hands to hold

To know never feel alone

Now I'm firing my pistol

Right at the moon

Now I'm firing my pistol

Right at the moon

Now I'm firing my pistol

Right at the moon