Blue moon
full moon
it seems like you only love me on a full moon
I have to catch you on the right mood
when you’re in tune
I ask if you’re ready to love me and you tell me soon
maybe in June
I know I’m doomed
my flowers will never bloom
I need to react
but I’m immune
I’m stuck in gloom
when I think you’re ready I assume
and you blow up in fumes
I’ll wake up in June
