The Babe On The Moon

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...