'Peekaboo Moon'
Moon moving a painted picture of clouds makes a rainbow in the nighttime sky.
Covered up briefly, but behind, there is always more to shine.
From above, I wait, still the stars are all around. Without the brilliant reflection, of moon illumination, patience is a virtue I have no time for.
I want more.
More more more, forever more, Peekaboo Moon, forever more, Peekaboo Moon more more more, Peekaboo Moon
The sense of urgency to live forever more, without the light that is hidden behind the clouded door.
Dark with envy, waiting more, in vain we adore.
We want more.
More, more, more, forever more, Peekaboo Moon, forever more, Peekaboo Moon, more more more Peekaboo Moon.
Returning softly, smooth, and warm is the silver lining of the moon, and she shines again,
this nighttime sky,
playing peekaboo high fi, makes my tear drop bright all my lonely hearted way home.
We cry for
More, more, more, forever more, Peekaboo Moon, forever more, Peekaboo Moon
A life of hide and seek, fast goes the lower fog, past the valley, up a steep mountain peek,
we drive and slide down the sleek hill, when suddenly the moon is lost and the sun is youuuuuuu.
Get more.
More, more, more, forever more, Peekaboo Moon, forever more, Peekaboo Moon more more more, Peekaboo Moon...
by Eddie Campagnola
7 июл 2024