And the stars fell like diamonds: a glittering city of light.
Murmurs of golden light; the tinkling echo of ancient brass church bells, whispering of hours past and secrets held.
Fly me to the moon
You're my favourite work of art
With a thousand brushes stained, refracting a single beam
Oh glorious night, bring softness to the light
The world drifts into shadows as we meander toward the sunset
My granite heart bleeds to see you set, dawn will spread your smile again.
Softly sings the bayou, let me whisper tender nothings