Even lovers don't go there these last few years. A Better Moon I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue. Tonight flies a better moon. Dark Gods silently watching. Tonight flies a better moon.
Tonight flies a better moon.
Now cloaked in this milky light, new as the virgin dawn, shrouded sweetly in all kinds of mystery, you turn, smile and then are gone. Tonight flies a better moon. Sanctuary Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery. Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods along the way. Good angels brought her back to a last Nepal summer.