The Moon Song (feat. Box von Düe) lyrics

We live in a world of things A world that has never been Tansys are spheres And white firs are cones And St John's Wort is made of circles And the moon is rising in the readings of the one And the moon is rising in the darkness And the moon is rising in the readings of the one And the moon is rising in the darkness of the sun Tansys are no spheres And white firs no cones And St John's Wort is not made of circles The darkness of the night sky Is the transience of the universe