Monday, June 8, 2009

Moon Walk Her

She floats over crystals with a light and elegant air
She was walking on a moonbeam with rubies in her hair
And all the things she talks about, all keep coming true
And all the things she reaches for, all keep pulling through.

She was walking on a moonbeam feeling strangely more aware
She was reaching the dizzy heights beyond the rainbows of despair

So she hitched a ride
And got the fuck out of there

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