The moon is calling out to you again, whispering your name.
You hear her voice inside, as the sound of your heart,
Beating rhythmically like a drum.
I know what she wants, this crazy moon-beat of yours;
She wants you to gaze upon her and see your own Light,
Sometimes soft and mellow, at other times, magical and radiant.
What a crazy, mixed up world this is, that the moon speaks to us so.
And fools that we are, we take the time to listen.
You hear her voice inside, as the sound of your heart,
Beating rhythmically like a drum.
I know what she wants, this crazy moon-beat of yours;
She wants you to gaze upon her and see your own Light,
Sometimes soft and mellow, at other times, magical and radiant.
What a crazy, mixed up world this is, that the moon speaks to us so.
And fools that we are, we take the time to listen.
