Text: Miami Horror. Moon Theory.

The stars begin to fall
Mirrored in your swimming pool
The wind lets out a hope, a sigh (?)
I wish I could fly

The stars begin to fall
Escape is on your bedroom wall
Through your window a northern sky
I wish I could fly

I'll take you to the moon
Where the sun can't shine through
We'll grow silver apples and golden pears
I know I see you there