I want my name to be known
Shining through oblivious words, the constant drone
I know, My name... it's not that great
I don't want it in giant neon lights
it's to be whispered from state to state
thought of on the lonely nights
The nights where dawn wont even be in site
When the dreams become our guiding light
None of the, "Why are your poems so eerie?"
I'm sorry love.. but my thoughts stay dreary
I'm stuck in my head
Sometimes I wish I was dead
Sorry....
But maybe not...
There's things to see, the sun, the stars, and the moon
Perhaps i'll wait to rot...
....The moon it makes me swoon
It's gorgeous I say
I love you I mean
From you my heart the ache
My world you shake
It's you who creates the tremors
But for you I'll fight the shivers
But baby, your suitors they are no poet
I'll always be the one to say it
For you are the moon
It is I who loves you
Who?
It's I who fights, I who stands, I who watches and cries and lies..
For you are the moon
and I love you
But love this is my Adieu...
for you are the moon