The rays that push past the moon
They burn your eyes
Two months past June
Eleven til next July
Luna has on her Monday's Best
Bright arms out stretched through the ebony vest
Ebony vest
Woah no
Do the roaming clouds pass the test
Is this sky that much rosier than the rest
I may not ever know
But, that is probably for the best
For he best
Woah no
The sun has become a crescent moon
The light will be out soon
If only the clouds would leave for a moment
I would ask to sleep under the stars again, my friend
Again
Again
Woah no