It could have been
the way the moon gets so fucking bright,
or
it could have been
the life in your eyes taking on the light,
but
all I know is
this
strange bliss
whenever we dance.
Sing, honey, and I’ll
come runnin’.
It could have been
the way the moon gets so fucking bright,
or
it could have been
the life in your eyes taking on the light,
but
all I know is
this
strange bliss
whenever we dance.
Sing, honey, and I’ll
come runnin’.