Long fade, lights
down.
I don’t believe we’ve met,
moonlight.
The sun’s told me lots about you.
mostly that you’re a theif,
always taking its rays as your own,
that you’ll always be dimmer
and tamer
and unoriginal.
but I reckon the sun’s just jealous.
The way I sees it,
sunlight right from the source,
tends to be just a little bright for most.
The sun’s got no concerns how brash,
how feirce, how painful it can be.
somtimes it takes a midnight theif.
a pale reflection.
moonlight, can you tell I’m just a tad…
well, you can tell.
and I can’t blame nobody.
Nope.
Moonlight, you ever been white waterin’?
Well, looks like we’re gonna, one way…
Long fade,
don’t, don’t know…
if I’m one of them midnight theives,
ain’t that measured in thick?
‘n here come them rabids ‘n rapids.
don’t look down.
