Shooting stars in midnight pastures. And hanging out on clouds beneath the moon. Hitching rides on magic carpets. It's a fairy tale to me but you're in tune.
Sensitive child. Keep running wild. In a confined space. But you're not to blame. 'Cause you're not the same. Get on the case. . Crazy sheep, you are the odd one out.
The sun and the moon never change. They just rearrange, but not in the new day. Gold exchanges for silver. And a light on the river gets carried away.