On this midsummer night. Everyone is sleeping. We go driving. Into the moonlight. . Could be in a dream. Our clothes are on the beach. These prints of our feet.
Oh, with a mind that renders everything sensitive,. What chance do I have here?. Put an end, put an end,. Put an end to every dream.. When you're near, I fear you,.
The night doesn't like it.. Looks just like your face on the moon, to me.. And I won't let you do. What you want to do.. . It's funny how, even now,. You're laughing..