In an hour, the moonlight will disguise the moonshine.
In a moment, all of what you delight will be mine.
Cause I'm taking all that you own.
I'm stealing the day from your indian clay and molding a new drone.
You wont have to recklessly be the stranger you were the day before you were born.
Cause I'm washing all the clothes you worn
I'm using the highest crest of your enthuseasm to mend what was torn.
Now you can toss away that disposition that turned you into a mission.
In an hour I'll finish the assignment that put me in allignment.
In a moment I'll dress you in bandages and higher your wages.
On life and anything that rhymes with it.
Cause now the wax on the candle is lit
And being with you is like playing charades with the wick.