Orbital gold
distant and old
loves and hopes and deaths
you hold
my French 19th Century moon
Veiled by my eyes
found by your skies
ancient voices crystallize me
my French 19th Century moon
Dark night, find me
moon light, lead me
take me home
Drowned by your sea
mythical me
drinks a wave of words
that see you
my French 19th Century moon
Whispering sand
warm in my hand
melts my eyes to
understanding
my French 19th Century moon
Dark night, find me
moon light, lead me
take me home
