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
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
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
