We fell under the moon, maybe it's the moonlight.

Smoky, dark, crowded room as your shadow crosses mine.

Looking at it now, you'll be feeling just fine.

You're a candle in the window, dancing in a snow globe round and round.

I want the world, and all the f*ckin papers pourin' out my safe.

The internet's gone wild, darling, everything's on fire.

Come feel this magic, such a heavenly view.

You and I got lost for a long time.