Customs Where The Moon Spends His Days
This, my dear, is where
the starlight ends, my dear
I always imagined that
it would be like
this, my dear,
is where Godot
should interfere
is this the point where
we should kiss?
Or is this just a walk?
And this my love, is where
the moon spends his days, my love
I always imagined it to be a
little higher above, my love
like where the wind blows our minds, my love
is this the time for our embrace?
or is it just a walk?
This, my love, is where the
clocks buy time, my love
and this, my dear, is where a
fool shows his love, my dear
There I said it
It threw a different light on you
Now I get it
It threw different light on you
There I said it
It threw a different light on you
Now I get it
It threw different light on you
