Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
King Of The Moon
I painted your name
On silk and cotton
I borrowed
Your heart.
Baby your time
Without suspecting
That there is no silence
If you are not there.
And I cried
Fire and light
And I dreamed I was
King of the moon
For you.
The rain bursts in
On a diagonal
Nocturnal silver,
Nocturnal chance.
And I cried ©
Fire and light
And I dreamed that I was
King of the moon
For you.
Lost, naked and wounded...
The sweet taste of memory,
Bitter taste in my dreams,
Without you.