Silk satin sky with a cloud of cotton candy blue
Soft spoken lie from a rosy red point of view
God knows i've tried trading power for the truth
I don't know why I was always so close to you
Night falls a little bit too soon
I guess I call too late now
If I told you I was yours
Would i be the one you waited for
If your eyes won't say the words
When you're leaving could you close the door
Old lullaby from a woman walking on the moon
Well running dry; leaving in a hot air ballon
God knows we tried trading happiness for youth
I guess I call too late now
If I told you I was yours
Would i be the one you waited for
If your eyes won't say the words
When you're leaving could you close the door
