and while we were there

And while we were there
And while we were there
And while we were there
nothing was said
just butterflies and lips
and curly hair.

The moon undressed
and slipped into my room
its soul so bare
its cry so thin
it was seeking union.

It poured into my curly hair
my bed, a golden
throne of light.

And while we were there
And while we were there
And while we were there
nothing was said
just butterflies and lips,
and curly hair.

A butterfly flew into my room
to carry the moon back into the sky.
you must return, it said, you are what makes the night.

But the moon was resting in my bed
my hair was glowing gold light

while all around was dark.

The butterfly cried
I will take a piece of you
to bring back to the night

and all the other butterflies
jumped into the moon
to take a sip of light.

The butterflies flew into the wind
to light the sky
we call them fireflies!

and through the night
the moon slept in my arms.

but when the sun arose
but when the sun arose
my love had gone
leaving just one curl
now golden

now golden

now golden