the magic was pure that night
when we watched the moon, shimmering gold
hanging high, the heavens smiled
and i knew i was happy that night.
but it's 1am and i can't sleep
water falling from a lonely creek
peeling down from dusty leaves
in a lonely valley of pale green,
i've been watching you for so long
singing all those bizarre songs
pulling at the grass, weedy, rough
looking back at you, with all my love.
