Silver moon is moving through the forest tonight
Yellow river birds following the distant call of satellite
Set the air alight
The hollow moon shines down
The hollow moon shines down
The hollow moon shines down
Ringing like a bell
Moonlit hands laying gently by their sides
A sycamore
Casts a shadow across the floor
Late summer winds come howling through the woods to their door
Shadows move in more
The sycamores hang down
The sycamores hang down
The sycamores hang down
Crying like a bell
Holding the weight of a wing
In canopies green
Birds they have seen
And they've heard you
Felt you sleeping
In gravities black
Moving too deep underground
Satellite spins gently off its path
In dark alone
Into the black unknown
And yellow birds are flying in the night to their home
We don't even know where we're going
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