Paroles de Borrowing Moons

Now that you have found her Just put your arms around her Talk then of love and that soon You'll reach out and give her the Moon We move from cold to colder So draw her near and hold her Weave moonlight into her hair Whisper you'll always be there Stroke away her sadness With a touch of moonlight madness A Moon can be borrowed at will Yet come tomorrow it's still There on high sailing by You and I Get wise and not just older Draw her near and hold her