Interlude
Stephin Merritt
The moon-blue rays of magical light
Festoon her face this beautiful night
The moon her only lover
But soon even that will be over
So they climb high
In the violet sky
And they dance
And he'll whisper
All his mysteries to her
As they dance
He will fall
In love,
Poor fellow
Just when all
Above
Turns yellow
And the dawn breaks his heart...