Pink Moon
Petrov (NC)
Drop from the rooftop where I heard my name called out
By the pink moon bathed in clouds
Still I wonder how I figured it all out
Maybe I will learn by noon
Until then
I will drown my waning eyes in light
Until then
I will drink in the gleam of night
Far from where I last heard myself cry out into
The dark that still knows my name
I hear whispers of that late night April moon
Telling me to pay pay my dues
Until then
I will drown my waning eyes in light
Until then
I will drink in the gleam of night
I have forgotten what it all felt like
To be surrounded by the burnished night sky
And to think that I wasted all of my life
Waiting for our worlds to conform
Crash and burn
