No matter how frightening life is
There is always beauty in the storm
Behold the kindest summer
All year round
And she begs for the sudden temperament
of our days...
Which days do you prefer, kind one?
Behold the beauty of Shakespeare\'s boat
Riding on the moon
For thunder and lightning consumes us,
What will we think of next?
And it\'s the babe on the moon!
She is wild and free
For she is the boat that steals the night,
Oh take me out in flight!
A moment so rare and blithe
For emotions are alright
And she is better than my pretty
little kite...
Must I fight?
And I think this love is an
emotional love!
No one can hear the music
And the kindest summer
Is now the coldest summer
All year round
And now we\'re just coming into our own
You and me
Two entities of revelry,
What does it mean to be alive in
this world?
What does it mean to be free?
What does it mean to hear
a song again?
What does it mean to just be?
For I live in your world once again
And I am holding stars on the moon
And babe when this is over
Won\'t you sail me to another world...
A world where I can be free!
And roses cheer like little dolls
Roaming in the dollhouse,
And roses dance like little girls
Waiting to get out of school,
And I am staring at a boy
And he is staring at a girl
And that girl is me...