Moon Hits

Oh we were standing there When the moon broke through And I wonder still What it meant to you Do the months roll by When you're far from home Are you doing fine Have you grown wistful on your own By now, all the crowd's inside Through the glass door, pairs of shifting lights I can understand Why you'd live this life Content to wait awhile This view is rather nice Oh we were standing there When the moon broke through And I wonder still What it meant to you Do the months roll by When you're far from home Are you doing fine Have you grown wistful on your own Air's still on the balcony's edge Then the month's gone With everything we said I contextualize on a frame and screen Non-diegetic tunes with striking color schemes Oh we were standing there When the moon broke through And I wonder still What it meant to you Every county road Every coastal view Moments meant to fade to An image you'll flip through