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.
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. Debased, hollow-faced, a smile might become her. Now she's cosied up, cosied up and comforted in the warm flush of September.