Slipping into night,
thoughts of an evening so bright.
When the moon was in sight.
Laying still in an empty bed,
thoughts of you fill a wondering head.
You're so close to my heart.
When the moon is so dark.
Forgetting everything.
Impossible dreams ring,
like the tolls of the bells that sing.
How can you sing songs of me?
When you've set this bird free.
Wishing you could just see,
that I'm laying still in an empty bed.
With thoughts of you filling my dreaming head.
You're so close to my heart.
You've hit the bullseye with a poison dart.
You know those words I said were true,
and I can never forget you.
You are my love, my foreign moon.
Cause I'm still in an empty bed,
with thoughts of love filling my head.
You've shot me with your poison dart
but you'll never leave my lonely heart.
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