the moon is thru with u

my door speaks and speaks and i have never felt the moon full of grapefruit

the music gets up and i give him a closet with a head for a dream

u dream of hippo music, u cannot swing with a dream

your lungs are full of music but the moon is thru with u

speak and speak and speak

you're a dream with a head

full of moon

i have never felt your head

u are the music and the music

gets up and my door swings

open and he rents his lungs

out

i have never felt your door

i have never felt your head is full of u

blame it on the moon

blame it on the head

blame it on the feeling

that wants to go to bed

there is music and music and i get the swinging doors

my feet dream the moon speaks

i have never felt the yes he is creeping thru