The moonshine is sparklier
Than our world's only river
A drop of obliviousness
Runs downs the withered leaves
Old habits drowning in your schemes
A black and white movie
Hungry for that fire
Leaves behind the desire
In a room full of colourful sticky notes
Pinned all over my walls
Entertained by my drunken verities
Lure in my daydreams and thoughts
No need to retrace your footprints
To stumble upon your love songs
In the voice of the nightingales
I find them lost
In the warmth of my balcony
They get pride from romance
While sniffing my sweet scented-maybes
Ready to take a stance
I hum to this song
Not once daring to skip
Learning every word by heart
In harmony with every heartbeat