And it's still light;
there's still time enough to turn the dial backwards, time to recover the truth in your words.
Turn off the sun; let night freeze over and fly me to the moon.
No life on Earth; not for the one that will follow this.
Off to a land so pure without sin.
there's still time enough to turn the dial backwards, time to recover the truth in your words.
When night does fall;
I'll be calling your name.
In the dark, in my sleep.
Through my dreams, your lies they creep.
Through my dreams, your lies they creep.
Turn off the sun; let night freeze over and fly me to the moon.
On the stairs, made of stars.
I'll sail away in a big balloon.
No life on Earth; not for the one that will follow this.
You'll spirit me, like a gust of wind.
Off to a land so pure without sin.
Written on impulse, with no particular purpose or meaning. It's just late, and I know; I'd much rather be safe and dreaming.
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