My my look at the sky
It's the color I thought
It's the shape that I wished
And it's the size that I sought
I kill it when I close my eyes
My my look at the ground
It's as firm as I will
Its direction is down
I thought of that too but still
I'd kill it if I closed my eyes
Oh Mr. Moonshine
Oh Mr. Moonshine
You lied
If I stay awake at night
Counting angels on a pin
A summer's dream beneath the tamarind tree
My my look at the time
It's a clock that I made
Its hands are like mine
But it's a clock that I'd trade
I never wanna close my eyes
Oh Mr. Moonshine
Oh Mr. Moonshine
You lied
If I stay awake at night
Counting angels on a pin
A summer's dream beneath the tamarind tree