There’s a puddle made of tears from the moon
And it’s crying from the stories that it heard about you
The metaphors and fables they all said;
When the water walks and the sun lands on its head

The flowers start to wilt and the silence never shows
Emotions turn to moths that eat through our clothes
The mountains and clouds make sure they take cover
As the sea starts to fill with all the planets’ ex lovers.

The accordion always plays through the night
Until the chorus of the birds doesn’t seem as high
The tide that washes through all of their faces
Their lies washing up in all the wrong places

The moon blows a kiss,
And the sun starts to blush.
The winds start to whisper in an adolescent hush.
The flowers start to bloom,
And the rivers never rush.
That’s when stars become the experts
Of unrequited love.

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