Feel the thirst and watch the change, hoping for the rain to come today

Take the fire and fan the flames, now this love will never fade away

Forget the faces and change the names see the figures trapped inside this flame

Counting seconds waiting for high noon

I will bring you water off the moon

Trap the whispers in this room, secrets pave a path across the moon

A month of Fridays, a year of spring, sunlight burns the ice is wearing thin

Shade the shadows, kill the lights, count the tears trapped inside this life

Counting seconds waiting for high noon

I will bring you water off the moon

Postcards full of secret words strain against the silence hope you heard

Empty pages, a million thoughts, scribbled lines till everything turns black

Promised you the Sun and Moon the tides will turn still I want you back, I want you back

Counting seconds waiting for high noon

I will bring you water off the moon

Counting seconds waiting for high noon

I will bring you water off the moon
Water off the moon

Off the Moon

Chris Wardman