(Matt Embree's solo project, Love You Moon)nnDavid's birthday, another boy I knew whos laid to rest.nDavid goes without an end.nAtop of the mountain he sang a song and held his hands up high, towards the skies about to pray.nnShe got his number, he's gonna get it.nShe got his number, we're gonna get it.nShe got his number, he's gonna get it.nShe got his number.nnThere was man who lacks the love so he married a prince he was a company covered. Said You pour me a drink, maybe ill stick around.nFor the oldest cheif they gave a proper burial, down in the ground he was surround by the scene, a box of earthworms. nThe native said Fatalty is a sin to me now.nnShe got his number, he's gonna get it.nShe got his number, we're gonna get it.nShe got his number, he's gonna get it.nShe got his number, we're gonna get it , get it, get it.nnWhen the s'caps creepers die, woah oh, we'll have to make new love. Oh the road it's cold, it's the one that we ramble and the mountains wrong with dreams can never fade. nnHe spoke of perfection, and all the people stood and started to clap, and every smile looked on the same. Oh there was a banner, the children 'gressivly began to beg, pledge alligence while they waved. nnShe got his number, he's gonna get it.nShe got his number, we're gonna get it.nShe got his number, he's gonna get it.nShe got his number, we're gonna get it , get it, get it.nn