Shes standing on my studio stage
Standing singing moonage
daydream,
She´s a daydream
In fake sun spotlights \
She´s a sunset
She blinds me with golden beams
I´ve listened to the song
a hundred times over
But it never sounds quite right without her
Cause the sound of her lips
she controls my entirety
my hands, my face, my hips
and she kisses my scars
She´s better than anything I´ve seen
My lady singing moonage daydream.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC
Shes standing on my studio stage
Standing singing moonage
daydream,
She´s a daydream
In fake sun spotlights \
She´s a sunset
She blinds me with golden beams
I´ve listened to the song
a hundred times over
But it never sounds quite right without her
Cause the sound of her lips
she controls my entirety
my hands, my face, my hips
and she kisses my scars
She´s better than anything I´ve seen
My lady singing moonage daydream.
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