Consider green lakes
  And the idocy of clocks
  Someone shot nostalgia in the back
  Someone shot our innocence
    A broken arrow in a bloody pool
  The in the face
  Of midnight proposals
  Someone shot nostalgia in the back
  Someone shot our innocence
    In the shadow of his smile
  In the shadow of his smile
  In the shadow of his smile
  In the shadow of his smile
    All our dreams have melted down
  We are hiding in the bushes
  From dead men
  Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts
    All our stories burnt
  Our films lost in the rushes
  We can't paint any pictures
  As the moon had all our brushes
    Extracting wasps from stings in flight
  Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
  Who killed Mr. Moonlight
  In the shadow of his smile
  Who killed Mr. Moonlight
  In the shadow of his smile