Now if i could disclose secrets heaven only knows

if i'd lose all my ground and see your smile decompose

so i rest on the fact that i love you i suppose

and i hang like the colors on a blind man's clothes



how does it feel

how does it feel

how does it feel

to be on my mind



i'm the pale moon rising i'm the ghost in flight

that steals through the spaces of your inward night

i'm the moth that's resting on your windowsill

with a lust for light and an iron will



prey tell talk to me can you feel me in the fingers

of the wind in your hair as if i'm standing there

very well like a child running to some mademoiselle

in his hand to his ear is pressed a great seashell



i'm the moon-eyed fish swimming up to you

you're the tall Titanic but you'll be subdued

there's someone mapping out a rendezvous

it seems to me



you're in my shadow here in my room

love's such a strange word here in my room

i'm standing barefoot here in my room

sad as a gypsy here in my room