Under the evening stars i walk The smell of cool, damp earth beneath my feet On a summer night, In the Orchard My car is parked down, side of the road
Glowing as bright as fireflies Yes, through the darkness my love shines In the flames of candles in your room In the smallest sliver of a waning winter moon
blooming Heads all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew shed have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on, under the willow
Heads all empty and I don't care Saw my baby down by the river Knew she'd have to come up soon for air Sweet blossom come on under the willow We can
ME feel good even when I hurt i identify your vibes through your eyes its deeper don't depend on the moon and the stars for our winters and summers
I want to be evergreen Yeah, evergreen Waiting, and listening, hoping and missing All of our time left alone, I'm the one cutting the rope Frostbite in winter
(Third lady) I can't speak for them young girls but oh... we can do it anywhere in the car, on the lawn, befor dawn under the moon at the beach as long
and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo
it whole I see you grippin on Cybertron optimist call me crypticon Synchro on quartz tryin to thwart the uppending doom Croonin like coyotes at the moon
You should just be careful I'm the Deer Hunter It's a tough winter Still, I'm inventive This a real friendship We ride under the moonlight, break of
you fear the winter, I will keep you safe And warm Don't you fear the winter, nothing's gonna Do you harm Don't you fear the winter, I will keep you safe
And all my words had burned I've never been closer to the sea I've never been closer to the sea Do I speak too soon Under the lover's moon? So I keep
Turgid calls the winter charge True adventures of awaking hearts Nights are overwhelmed by gloom We will see foxes in the moon Valleys drop, mountains
And Plague... Cold And Death... Wind And Fright... Horror And Night... Darkness And Moon... The Realm Of The Death Is Buried Under Ice...
the nights Hang dark And the sun Won't burn You may or may not Ever return Going under with you Now thumb nail moon Hanging high So quiet up
up your skirt, what more can I ask (I can see your arse) At last I shed my winter clothes At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun At last I met
of blasphemous Bill MacKie Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon
