We met when we were kids and I noticed her right away We went bowling with the gang What a sweet girl she was
I put my hand on hers in a moment of a spur And spoke poetry of the moon It seemed appropriate
But later we seemed embarrassed but from then on No matter where we went, the moon was there to remind us
When I had my nervous breakdown, she seemed to blame herself She wanted to reach out to me But there was nothing she could do to help
She blossomed into a beauty which I had much expected And I grew shy and quiet And noisy in the head
Once it last inspired, I tried to impress her Rambling jokes and acting silly was no act I bumped her once by accident And shot, much to my surprise, electric thunderbolts jumping from her eyes
Years passed and no progress, just unspoken promises We had made to each other In a glimpse, in a moment, with our eyes
One night I saw her at a campfire And she sat down beside me and was so talkative and polite I burst into a song of forbidden love As an impromptu show of gratitude Suddenly she broke down and started laughing And fell off her log
And then I walked her to her car and meant to say "I thought the moon looked pretty" But I forgot to mention it
So this hard tale of unrequited love Incoherent, but it's true It's memory will surely shine with time And it's sure to make us blueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
