Once I met a girl who made friends with the moon.
She slipped away without telling,
Never seen at noon.
She met him through her window,
I think he’s her only friend.
Her eyes were full of sadness,
I hope I see her again.
Her hands were full of wishes
She collected from the stars.
She wants to disappear
In planes, trains, or cars.
She never made a promise
She knew she couldn’t keep
and if you listen closely,
You can still hear her weep.
I think she was an angel,
or maybe just a mirage.
Her skin was made of diamonds,
A sparkling collage.
A lonely sight beheld,
Looking out my windowpane.
Just once I think I saw her
Dancing in the rain.