Bruno Deneckere - crescent of the moon lyrics

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<b>crescent of the moon</b> by <i>Bruno Deneckere</i><br />Eyes open,10 am sundaymorning

Awakened by the poor light of the sun

And through the sand,in between two yawnings

I saw them butterflies come

There was an angel lying beside me

While I was painting her room

And now everytime I’m on my own

I think about the crescent of the moon

I watched her bathing,her beauty so unusual

She was singing a sweet song so low

The tail of the peacock standing wide open

And Byron threw his ball of snow

Upon the crosswords scattered on the table

A bowl of soup and a spoon

And now everytime I’m on my own

I think about the crescent of the moon

Nighttime,daytime,anytime,many a time

But mostly in the afternoon

Everytime I’m on my own

I think about the crescent of the moon