Meet me at the coffee shop
Around eleven o clock
Talk while the moon will rise
Bring me back, to my mind
Listen to the haze
Of Luna's serenade
Your curious gaze
Impossible to evade

I could stand forever in that moonlight,
While my heart grazes like a windless kite.

I could stand forever in that moonlight,
Waiting for a gust or a breeze for flight.

I could stand forever in that moonlight,
As I hope a twister twirls my lone kite.

But I stand forever in this sunrise,
While my kite burns and belongs to eternal night.

Think of my love as a token,
To use at life stations,
In upsetting situations.

Think of my smile when you cry,
Don't let me pass by,
Don't let me forget why.

Think of my eyes when you're blind,
Remember to be kind,
No matter who you find.

I'm ready to be taken,
My love,
My smile,
My eyes,
Each are your tokens.

If only your few freckles were the few stars I can see outside my city window.

If only that crescent moon was your mischievous wink, or sly smile.

If only I could jump out of my window and hop upon the sky scrapers, higher and higher and rest upon that crescent, rest upon thine shut eye, thy lips.

If only this window, your glasses were gone. I could leap and show you how much I love you. I could show you how high and fast I would jump over the CN Tower and fall again just for you and kiss your freckles on my descent.

Just for you. Just for you.