i dreamt again that i still know you well
and a thousand shades of golden, 'round you, fell
and it's in my eyes, in my eyes, in my eyes
but the window never reaches for the light
and the wind still hasn't found its place to hide
and it's no surprise, no surprise, no surprise
and as we spoke, black halos formed around your eyes
i saw the morning as a paler shade of night
and didn't i say i'd try, i said i'd try, oh i'll try
but i've gazed blank pages far too long to find
and i'm waning, waxless, lord what moon am i
what moon am i, what moon am i, what am i