Gloomy Moon On Moody Monday
Silhouette the night charade
As we run along the old arcade
I heard the whispers deep within
And felt the pulse where life begins
What light breeds shadows upon the rain
Is there the reason to hide in shame
My heart is like the deepest ocean
And carried forth with one good notion
Which lives and breathes within my heart
As I listen to the sounds upon your harp
Whispers echo like silent rain
As they dance upon the window pane
Gloomy moon on moody Monday
How I wish it were forever Sunday