It’s that time again!
Time for bed and sweet sleeping,
Drift away on clouds.
The moon’s a thin slice,
Shrouded in mist it glows through,
So much in shadow.
As complex as simple is.
It’s that time again!
Time for bed and sweet sleeping,
Drift away on clouds.
The moon’s a thin slice,
Shrouded in mist it glows through,
So much in shadow.