Oh we were standing there

When the moon broke through

And I wonder still

What it meant to you

Do the months roll by

When you're far from home

Are you doing fine

Have you grown wistful on your

By now all the crowd's inside

Through the glass door pairs of shifting lights

I can understand

Why you'd live this life

Content to wait awhile

This view is rather nice

Oh we were standing there

When the moon broke through

And I wonder still

What it meant to you

Do the months roll by

When you're far from home

Are you doing fine

Have you grown wistful on your

Air's still on the balcony's edge

Then the months' gone

With everything we said

I contextualize on a frame and screen

Non-diegetic tunes with striking color schemes

Oh we were standing there

When the moon broke through

And I wonder still

What it meant to you

Every county road

Every coastal view

Moments meant to fade to

An image you'll flip through