Moon by Rainbirds
Here you are sporting those tiny pearls of pleasure
On your ears and in your hair
Sometimes they`d flow from your eyes like tears
I used to pick the up and hoard them as a measure
Of how alive you where that night
And yet how close to the end
I`d wrap`em up and shoot`em to the
Moon
And if we try now just a little harder
We can go up there
And paint another
Moon
(moon-moon all your light upon me)
I used to help you light up all the scented candles
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