The picture of the moon you gave to me that night, the stars were out to play, the moon was shining bright, if only I had known that it would end so soon, I was left with a picture of the moon, the sound of soft guitars, beneath the Spanish skies, across the candle lights, the sadness in your eyes, if only I had known that it would end so soon, I was left with a picture of the moon. The moon, the sound of soft guitars, beneath the Spanish skies, across the candle lights, the sadness in your eyes, if only I had known that it would end so soon, I was left with a picture of the moon. The picture of the moon you gave to me that night, the stars were out to play, the moon was shining bright, if only I had known that it would end so soon, I was left with a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon, all that's left is a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon, all that's left is a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon, all that's left is a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon, all that's left is a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon, all that's left is a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon, all that's left is a picture of the moon. I was left with a picture of the moon.