I woke up thinking of a song that I could write
A song to pull the dream off from my night
All day I felt so light and wild, color a blend along the road
In the fields and the fences as we drove along
I was thinking of my song, what I'd place inside
If I could bury light in something I could write
Would it explain to you this white moon
Hanging high above the moor too
The last gasp of longing and I'll stretch my hand towards
It's gonna steal from the moment so soon it arrives
I woke up thinking of a song that I could write
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