Dark sings, my head on a string
The moment that brings us tonight
And all we ever get is time, the days are a crime
Never eager to describe the haze
And maybe every other night, if the mood finds him right
Catch a moon in both his eyes but never dares return the gaze
Sweet glow, descend now and grow
The quicksilver slows on the stage
And everybody was amazed, a world somehow strange
Pieces you can rearrange, design
Aurora coming into bloom, you scream hello moon
Love about to make a move as we wait for the lamplight to die