“And I sing a moonlight song wishing the stars would right all wrongs”
Break away from the mist
Steal the heavens and clasp their light in your fist
One evening song plays
Along the streets quietly toward us it strays
Revere the one composer
Playing on and on down the hall
Until our bleakest reality becomes a blur
And we reach out, wanting more
Into our hearts this song it plays
Until our moon returns to us, out of the mist
Descending past the lightning’s blaze
To dwell in this lake of music, to exist
Among us
In our eyes, as we listen with our minds
And hold to our very wildest imaginations
Conjuring images from our innermost sensations
Like a black magic that has the mind possessed
And in fear of the harmony
That stirs the stars into a dark tempest
And amidst this chaos, only the moon can rest
