Transcription: The moon is brighter than the sun My shadow's loathing And it follows me as I drive your way The moon hangs from the sky The tree hangs from the branches Wild lights fly the gutter While a rose climbs up the staircase And falls upon the landing Falls upon the landing And as I wonder where you are Yeah, I could cry Sometimes I come home and I am glad that you are sleeping So don't have to pretend that you are thinking of me Or something like that in the middle of the night She really is partaken and she lies there softly sleeping And I wish my breath, my voice, my touch could awaken her Yeah, a ...
