Moon and me The orbit and the poetry A wish upon a star And higher Is where you are Sun and sky This trip will take you very,very high Be a dove Over the sea Be a god And let your love reign over me She's so fine And she is mine Blue and red And all the things you undoubtfully said In the slaughterhouse of love In a way Oh, I was so frankly shocked Tried so hard To keep this very sad things quite apart To get the sunny side
At least a quarter Of my life She's so fine And she is mine She's so fine Like that shiny sacred instant of a rhyme She's a little piece of me That isn't mine She's the most authentic painture I can watch to And it's a great relief of having her to talk to I'll write a poem of tristesse 'cause she's unhappy with the way some people dress I'm gonna say ''baby, this is just me And I'm trying to figure out some poetry'