Jasper Warwick - To Be the Moon lyrics

Peering down to far below He surfaces from the dark Escaping from a gentle grip Of night's opened arm Stars in every corner Of the boundless unknown Shadows lurking everywhere Sweet whispers of alone Beautiful, this lucid light Delicate graces clear Moving shadows, blurring darkness A night sky chandelier The earth reflects a distortion Over the lakes and seas The flawed surface, so imperfect Is all that he believes But the Heavens hold a mirror A perfect, silver prize He will see his beauty every Moment he starts to rise