I wanna change the plot.
This isn’t going as well as I thought it would.
Maybe you don’t deserve a shot,
but it could be really, really good.

Sunburns and a sweet disguise,
that’s us in a nutshell tonight.
If we ever intertwined,
you know we wouldn’t need a rewrite.

You’ll wake up soon.
You’ll wake up soon.
And we’ll shake up the moonlight.

The clouds don’t know whether they should stay or go
while we continue to fight.
Your sturdy hands, inches from mine.
The clouds decide not to stay behind.

You’ll wake up soon.
You’ll wake up soon.
And we’ll shake up the moonlight.

The Moonlight.