Birds There is No Moon
Birds there is no moon
No stars there is no room
There is no room
I wouldn’t want to lay with you in
There is no pink and patterned room
Long crash there is no picture
There is no picture of me
There might be only us
There might be a room
There might be only us
Moon there might not be a sun
There might be only us
In a room
My love and I
But that is fine
What eyes are left for me
Anyway what other eyes are left for me
