How could I blame the Moon for the changing of tides? I sympathize in ways that you might never know Turn away from a daydream, into loneliness (Most of them end this way) I'm prepared to stay in bed forever But in the days and weeks and months that are yet to come I'll greet the dawn with acceptance Knowing you're still the best friend I've ever known Tonight, I feel nostalgic Do you remember how sentimental and existential I become With too much time alone? Drew the Moon, the Sun The six of cups The three of swords and the magician (It's up to you) There's nothing obscene in accepting the truth No, I won't try to keep what's merely passing through It'd be easier to hold the Sun at dawn Embrace the primroses pink and her sweetest perfume With a whisper of spring, I hear you're in full bloom While my eyes overflow (I know one day you'll read these words and you'll smile) There's nothing obscene in accepting the truth No, I won't try to keep what's merely passing through It'd be easier to hold the Sun at dawn Embrace the primroses pink and her sweetest perfume With a whisper of spring, I hear you're in full bloom While my eyes overflow