The sun at his head, the moon at his feet
he dreams about things he wishes to keep
He's young but quiet, humble and meek
he keeps to himself in a house on a street
By spirit of inquiry he decides to step out
but makes a wrong turn on a street going south
The chill of the air and black of the night
leaves him afraid and unable to fight
He tries to return but gets lost on the way
'til bumping into someone who made him want to stay
The feeling of love burned through his heart
with his arms around this person, a true work of art
As real as it was, it wasn't what it seemed
it was all just a dream, it was all just a dream.
good music.
sounds dope 