What if all my lies turned true ,
in all I see, and all I do?

Moon light burning
through my sight,
make my sorrow leave tonight…

I know its not nice
to say but, what if I
should walk away?

Will I weep?
Will I write?
Will this dream
come true tonight?

Blue moons lonely night,
will your eyes shine bright tonight?
Will you hang in morning light?

For lovers are the harder way,
and all good things don't seem to stay.
So when our bodies fall asleep,
will our thoughts turn into dreams?

Will I come to you in flight,
Or will I float through moonlit night?

So my luv please don't despair,
I'm not lost, nor puffed into thin air.

Take me for your oceans ride,
and I will lose all my pride.

Meet me half way past the ten,
where the sand and ocean mend.