She I can't follow
Up and down like a yoyo
There's the new moon
Better let her know now
She, I can't follow
Silver thread to her bed
The Waning Crescent
She's the lady in red
She, I can't follow
I'm like a rainbow on the blink
The Third quarter
She gives me a wink, I think
She, I can't follow
Her summer swallow
The Waning gibbous
Her wax wings I kiss
In her wax work museum
And the full moon
Was I a loon crying at noon?
Was it a neap tide
Was she a true bride?
Had she lied? We all lie
It's just the phases of the moon
It's only true at that time
The waxing gibbous
She was melting like a candle
Too hot to handle
I never tried
The first quarter hid us
Occluded from the light
I saw a polaroid flash
I saw a polar bear dash
Across a wire and I didn't care
The Waning crescent slid
Down our throats
Like a lemon slice
Like a glass of wine it disappeared
Brought into focus
The sharp taste
Bitter as leaving your lover
And that's how I follow her
like the phases of the moon
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