We met when the moon was blue.
On a park bench ment for two.
The moment you said "hi."
I never wanted to say "goodbye."
Because in your eye's I see stars.
That make me forget about my scars.
The street lamp was like a spotlight on us.
But my past has made me cautious.
So I tell myself to stop.
And let this feeling drop.
Because nothing good lasts.
Everything ends way to fast.
Just like I know this will.
It's a feeling that can kill.
The dawn needs to rise up soon.
For this to last once a blue moon.
