Oh The Moon At Night, of all the magic that it might, turns the tied oceans white . refletic eyes you’ve never seen fall in love on Halloween, schizophrenic dance on streets in town, hopeing the clocks well all settle down, and the man on the hill on top of his loot, thinks of the days he had little to hoot, but for now , little ones are a sleep in bed, why we think of lovers we know in school, wishing we know what we know now. when are hearts field with the moons powerful some how. good night my love , the morning comes soon …but the moon is up. so play a tune…
