Moonlight Confessions کے بول

The Moon is a white eye Watching my mouth move I pull the silver thread From deep inside my throat (Cold thread) It tastes of salt and iron The air is sharp like glass I give it to the night (All of it) I spill it on the ground (Down to the roots) Hold my breath until I float Weightless in your silver The grass feels like wet silk Pressing against my skin I have been a hunter Hiding in the brush (Waiting) But here I am a seeker Turned soft by what I say I give it to the night (All of it) I spill it on the ground (Down to the roots) Hold my breath until I float Weightless in your silver No one is watching But the stars and the fox The silence is a velvet coat Heavy on my back I am honest now I am finally loud I give it to the night (Spill it) I give it all away (All away)