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When youâre ready I am ripe pluck me down from your sky
A good harvest for a calm chest, a blank page, a realm to ride.
Iâm called the morning moon, through all those nights we toiled,
Here we are, morning moon, one last look then Iâll go.
Through the mysteries in the woods, through what they call misleading roads
All this chasing, this dreaming, all those daysâ¦
Iâm called the morning moon, through all those nights we toiled,
Here we are, morning moon, one last look then Iâll go.
Ripe, fulfilled
So in your chest stirs my breath, on the rooftops when you jump.
Donât ask me for a wish, just go to what you have.
Iâm called the morning moon, what I say you know it by heart.
- Album:
- The Last Summer
- To The Fire