Quiet nights be our witness,
and starry skies
do see,
This night would listen, and so would many,
that are yet
to be,
The little tales of charm we seek,
woven with
moonbeams,
Of how we loved and unmade ourselves
in our
living dreams.
Quiet nights be our witness,
and starry skies
do see,
This night would listen, and so would many,
that are yet
to be,
The little tales of charm we seek,
woven with
moonbeams,
Of how we loved and unmade ourselves
in our
living dreams.