To think I thought I loved the moon.
I've lost my lust for starry eyes.
I feel no fear of sunny skies.
I've fought my way through midnight lies.
To think, I thought I loved the moon.
The stars, outshone by golden fire,
Once made me drunk as cloudy night,
But now I see the brilliant light.
So now I quit, and will not fight
The stars, outshone by golden fire.
To think I thought I loved the moon.
In daylight now, I start to croon.
In warming rays, I start to swoon.
And to think,
I thought I loved the moon.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 9:22 PM UTC
To think I thought I loved the moon.
I've lost my lust for starry eyes.
I feel no fear of sunny skies.
I've fought my way through midnight lies.
To think, I thought I loved the moon.
The stars, outshone by golden fire,
Once made me drunk as cloudy night,
But now I see the brilliant light.
So now I quit, and will not fight
The stars, outshone by golden fire.
To think I thought I loved the moon.
In daylight now, I start to croon.
In warming rays, I start to swoon.
And to think,
I thought I loved the moon.
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