Bands, weavers and trailers
Were getting down
Together every night
Let the prey birds fly
Well there's gonna be trouble
For they made me
A perfectly privileged fool
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
Lions, lovers and failures

Were hidden
To a garage in the night
Let the prey bird fly
There's gonna be trouble
They made me
A forfeit quick and new
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
Land, lovers and sailors
Forbidden with a marriage
In their sights
Where the prey birds fly

There's gonna be trouble
For they made me
A pulpit Quaker moon
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
Hands, glovers and tailors
Are kidding in a carriage
In the night
While the prey birds fly
There's gonna be trouble
For they'll make me
A fortune quick and soon

My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
Land, lovers and wailers
Are getting down
Together in the night
In the prey bird's eyes
There's gonna be trouble
For she made you
A trumpet loud
And true
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue
My moon is made
Of paper powder blue