Jul 2014
the stars burn,
and my heart yearns,
for something more or less,
I can't seem to fight the moonlight,
or escape its radiant beams,
oh this night I praise,
might it be,
the last I see.
and my heart yearns,
for something more or less,
I can't seem to fight the moonlight,
or escape its radiant beams,
oh this night I praise,
might it be,
the last I see.
