I woke up thinking of a song that I could writeA song to pull the dream off from my nightAll day I felt so light and wild, color a blend along the roadIn the fields and the fences as we drove alongI was thinking of my song, what I'd place insideIf I could bury light in something I could writeWould it explain to you this white moonHanging high above the moor tooThe last gasp of longing and I'll stretch my hand towardsIt's gonna steal from the moment so soon it arrivesI woke up thinking of a song that I could writewww.mooji.org
