Moon Dust from Cliff Jumper by Miriam Maaravi

If the sun goes down while we're still talking
We can watch the shadows grow wide
And then fade back into darkness
And flicker behind us when we pass street lights

Don't be afraid of the moonlight
She is only reflecting the sleeping sun
The night paints us with the dust that keeps the moon bright
And her story has only begun

Well I tried write you a letter
But it read like a bible story
And I thought that I could do better
Than to dwell on the things that were never for me

So I won't be afraid of the moonlight
She is only reflecting the sleeping sun
The night paints us with the dust that keeps the moon bright
And her story has only begun

You were shriveled and old
Sickly and shaved
Your legs bent and thin
Your words small but brave
I felt all your fear
I felt all your rage
I laid my head down
And felt how you quaked

But I could hear the water
Simmer deep in your soul
Singing this is how an empty man
Learns to be whole
And I could hear the winds
Stretching far beyond time
Singing this is how an empty man
Learns to make wine

This is how an empty man learns to make wine...

Well I tried write you a letter
But it read like a bible story
And I thought that I could do better
Than your swollen eyes and all god's fury

But I could hear the water
Simmer deep in your soul
Singing this is how an empty man
Learns to be whole
And I could hear the winds
Stretching far beyond time
Singing this is how an empty man
Learns to make wine

This is how an empty man learns to make wine
This is how an empty man learns to...

Not be afraid of the moonlight
She is only reflecting the sleeping sun
The night paints us with the dust that keeps the moon bright
And her story has only begun
Yea your story has only begun
Yea our story has only begun...

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