Oh, Moon
In dreams of country hills
The riverbeds they flow unto the moon
Now roaming concrete fields
Resides in me a lust for whats real
I ask the moon, for she hangs bright in the sky
A premonition, a reason
Of what was
Of what will
Of what's still
Yet to fulfill
Hey moon, can you hear me?
I'm calling out your name
Hey moon, can you see me?
I'd like to remember your face
The riverbeds they flow unto the moon
Now roaming concrete fields
Resides in me a lust for whats real
I ask the moon, for she hangs bright in the sky
A premonition, a reason
Of what was
Of what will
Of what's still
Yet to fulfill
Hey moon, can you hear me?
I'm calling out your name
Hey moon, can you see me?
I'd like to remember your face
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Writer(s): Talae Rodden
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