folding chairs on the moon

Life is good in a small fairytale

My hands are warm, my cheeks are swirled in rosy red

Lips burst on your head

'Cause you're the line that pulls me from the void

You're the break in all the noise rocking in my head

Oh, rock me to bed

So what's the use in being here?

We could be up there instead

I'd light fires in the sky

I'm folding chairs right on the moon with you, with you

I watch the world float by

I'm folding chairs right on the moon with you, with you

Once upon a time, I held your hand, and you held mine

And for a second, I forgot everything that was

And everything that might become of us

Would this place just turn to dust when we are gone

From this third rock from the sun?

As long as we have got each other

We can do no wrong

I'd light fires in the sky

I'm folding chairs right on the moon with you, with you

I watch the world float by

I'm folding chairs right on the moon with you, with you

On the moon with you, with you

On the moon with you, with you