When you wake up and it’s midnight You stare the Moon at the sky I gaze you sleeping in front a mountain Clothes mountain dirty, dirty mountain dirty A wine bottle we shared A bunch of vinyls that I have Can buy me a night and some Brushes to paint you blue Sorry if I drive you blue You never make me feel blue When I wake up and still alive I pray the Moon at the sky I gaze your picture hanging by a light Little light little, bright little star, little I put your favourite record Spinning for hours non stop Drawing your face on my pillow With brushes to paint you blue Why does it feel so good? You never make me feel blue Wanna take you by the hand And fuck you in the middle of the night Explore the space And never let you blue