This is a song about "Walk the moon"

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

I need a little room

And we gone to the moon

If you said yes i would give you the moon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room