And if you don?t mind
 We?ll break a bottle of wine
 Stick around and maybe we?ll put one down
 Because I wanna find
 What lies behind those eyes

 Midnight blue, burning gold
 A yellow moon is growing cold

 I rise, looking through my morning eyes
 Surprised, to find you by my side
 Rack my brain to try to remember your name
 To find the words to tell you goodbye

 Morning dues, new born day
 A yellow moon turned to grey