Tattle Tale Moontime
Slip into the bubbling bryne my workaholic friend
For bright and early in the morn you will be up again
With the world safe at rest so our journey begins
For we know when it rises we can't be together then
Through every window, crack, and crawl
Trying to escape from streets outside these broken windows where we may never be safe
Hold onto me one last time before I must slip back
To a world that constantly lies to me
So I just lie back
You as a guide overhead leading me back to my room
Where the resting ones are a rising
So a new game can resume
We slip back into our roles and we play them perfectly fine
Of lying down upon our backs and waiting for moontime
