I wish, you're looking at the Moon too.
Just like the old days;
When our words aren't free;
Feelings are sheltered;
And in between questions;
But, we let it be;
Knowing that the Moon knows the truth;
Let it tell our love story, if it is.

I tucked you away in the back of my brain
Waited for the spring to thaw you out
And now I mourn our winters lost, our summer love fading fast,

It is May, we were not made to last