Late night stories
Running naked, cutting through the breeze
Kissing your eyes
Walking onto our friends

Catching stars and seas
Presses up to me
Whispers: Take me
Soft skinned covered shells
And the taste of bells
To the atmos-greet

I know
I know
Move on

Move on
Now it’s time to move on
Move on

Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Move on

Move on
Move on
Move on

Fair chilled chocolates
Sides of them are kissing through the clouds
Looking as you sleep

And gently on the side
Start to fade away
Leaving paper trails

Don’t forget me, love
Thanks to first and last
I’m always in the past

Run from what can hide
I know, I know
Move on

Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Now it’s time to move on

Move on
Move on
Move on

Move on
Move on
Move on

Move on
Move on
Move on