I could hear the stars whispering

Before the moon sat me down
Next to my conscious disappearing

I didn't need a fire
Because the sun had left the night warm

Yeah
The stars kept talking
And some of them swore

I could hear them whispering
About the beaten shore

They didn't like the noise it made
When the waves pounded on her floor

I asked them why it mattered
When they are so far

They said they wanted peace
And quiet

Instead of war