The Rise of a Crescent Moon

Pull me all the way out there

way out beyond the end of your sight

and where there's no one around to be impressed by the lightning

Strike a chord in me

and tell me how much you loved me

and dye this whirlpool back to its origins

If you'd remove me from your clasp

then I could take my hula wave and follow the path of the moonlight

all the way back in here

Till we rumble, rumble, rumble

and it's all half full

and this beach of solitude would belong to us once more