They knew they had to leave from the start
seasons faster than passionate harps,
right under your nose it grows.
What you were supposed to do explodes
Leaving no reasons
Only living pieces…
And in the end we're sown by the strings the sun pleases
Is that why they're leaving?
I don't know…
But what about the moonlight, what about the moonlight?
What about the moonlight!
What about the moonlight!
Once they were done there was nothing to be done,
It was too late to escape but that's ok,
a new adventure is on its way…
And the animal spirits, with their great presence, crying silver tears for their very essence.
Beautiful parts, not tied together
Pulled Into the Fire Ashes in the wind while you played, hard to get
And why they had to go,
For what we didn't know
Everything enclosed, in time, time…
But what about the moonlight, what about the moonlight?
What about the moonlight!
What about the moonlight!
And those silly girls,
Forgetting the bills, looking for thrills,
living for chills…
Who's gonna' keep them still,
before their filled
with emotional notions, the rest is history.
But what about the moonlight?
What about the moonlight?
