The moon will be gone tomorrow
Will fold me over like the pleats on her dress
I could ask one million times to each star in her eyes
And never find an answer
The stars of the night lose their meaning

And the leaves in the forest know it too
Holding onto branches and changing color
They only rustle in the breeze of coldest night
But they don't feel
And the beams cannot help them see

Each ray of light
Is complete dissaray
I only know I felt you near me
In some distant song of memory
About how I lived my dream

And how nothing is as it seems