Daylight

To think I thought I loved the moon.

I've lost my lust for starry eyes.

I feel no fear of sunny skies.

I've fought my way through midnight lies.

To think, I thought I loved the moon.

The stars, outshone by golden fire,

Once made me drunk as cloudy night,

But now I see the brilliant light.

So now I quit, and will not fight

The stars, outshone by golden fire.

To think I thought I loved the moon.

In daylight now, I start to croon.

In warming rays, I start to swoon.

And to think,

I thought I loved the moon.