she walks in her bare toes yellow line on a dark road can't you see that they're writing their stories and yours is still here left untold?
there isn't a beacon no light in the fog just feel with your ear and your fingers and maybe you'll find where to go
her thoughts on the wind and her eyes on the sky she breathes it all in and she lets out a sigh no matter what the morning will be tonight it's just the moon and me
like a delicate violence with the beat of a heart you'll never know anything about beginnings til you learn to start
you'll scribble with fine lines and pencil in the rest an eraser in hand an invisible anchor is strapped to your chest
with hands that are empty and eyes that are dry don't know if it hurts she's forgotten to cry no matter what the morning will be tonight it's just the moon and me
and the faster you run now it's like chasing your tail all the memories you've bottled up have been released and have turned into wind in your sails
and the time is your captain destination unknown drag your feet let them trail in the water as into tomorrow you float
from their place in the shadows you can feel as they stare and their words they surround you the questions are flying like birds in the air
you'll whisper the answers it's like spitting up gold cos no one will ever know what you are thinking unless they are told
her dreams, hung like parachutes, hover around and feet like balloons tethered fast to the ground a heart full of fire and a head full of sky with legs of the earth and a light in her eye no matter what the morning will be tonight it's just the moon and me