There's no hiding from the moon
Mostly it likes to talk all night
Make the loins yearn for someone
Always too far away near in the dark
Of the night in the stretch the moon
Takes us I could hear you all that way
The moon serves as a paper cup with string
You hold the other cup at the end of the string
I wonder about this crazy day you wonder how
I made it out of mine a broken car twice in one day
I hear you and your voice is the chord that plays
That jitters my heart these days plays muse to my
Fingers makes me dream and fantasize into pillow
Come here you say follow the moon to me
How we become naked in this moon
It's not the loss of everything acceptance of bodies
Seeing at night knowing each other bare
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