Tekster: Disco Biscuits. The Very Moon.

Manilla was a crude machine who'd taken his fair share
He gobbled up the world he owned as petals paved his stairs
Manilla thanked the very moon for money and his life
He trifled nothing minuscule including one, his wife

Leora, his arranged wife, did not need his greed
She asked that stars, the very moon, to one day cross the sea
Manilla gazed an empty stare nothing there could grow
She cherished dreams of flying high and leaving him below

Leora stands on her head
Doin' the two step on her hands
As her eyes move round the room
To catch someone watching

Leora stands on her head
Doin' the two step on her hands
Underneath the very moon each one was watching

Manilla wanted worldly things and everything he'd have
He built castles, moats, battleships and troops in iron clad
Manilla heard Mulberry's name under the very moon
His troops went running the next day to find the air balloon.

Leora, his arranged wife, cooked the men a feast
And cleaned herself up solemnly before she faced the beast
That night she asked the very moon was this her fate to be
At lunch she met the flying man whose airships crossed the sea

Leora stands on her head
Doin' the two step on her hands
As her eyes move round the room
To catch someone watching

Leora stands on her head
Doin' the two step on her hands
Underneath the very moon each one was watching