In a painting by Van Gogh
Saw a street covered with black snow
The people move in a nervous
I read your letter for the seventh time
The ink is getting close to fade away
But it still brings the ocean back to mind
In this here desert without oasis
Shouting at the man in the moon
I'll make it all up to you
I'll make it all up to you
The rhythm and the dance of the moon
I'll make it all up to you
And the night is a horoscopic sight
While the sun sets fire to the dune
Ooh, I'll make it all up to you
I remember your face in your castle
Pale as sugar, sweet and low
Your hair in a ponytail and dyed
Eyes looking up from down below
Looking for an excuse to make it real
Cause I can't seem to help
Looking for an excuse to make it real
Cause I cannot help the way that I feel
I'll be jiving at the man in the moon
I'll make it all up to you,
The rhythm and the dance of the moon
And the night is a horoscopic sight
While the sun sets fire to the dune
I'll make it all up to you
I'll make it all up to you,
The rhythm and the dance of the moon
I'll make it all up to you
I'll make it all up to you,
I'll make it all up to you,
While the sun sets fire to the dune
I'll make it all up to you