Moonlight's a halo, dancing round my head, awake and dreaming again.
Beautiful, this dreaming, searching for some hint of meaning, playing guardian angel to the Devil's advocate.
And if I could reach into these dreams, and change the sad for sweet, I would.
And the stars they shine so brightly in my eyes and in my mind all the while I seek to find which way to go.
Cities shine like candle light of a lamp upon a hill
Shining bright o'er all the night like I pray I someday will.
Then the clouds roll in, cover heaven, destroy the silent night.
And the rain like sheets cover the streets, a dreary shadow o'er the city's light.
While a sign outside reads 29 as a chill flows through the air,
But the angel's eyes stay open wide, though I know he's cold and tired there.
Man was not meant to be alone, he thinks, isolated in a room of friends,
Of those he knows do care
But the angel's heart, lost in the dark, it cannot see them there
As a dancing, singing silhouette, a ghost of a whisper somewhere in the night-
it haunts his waking thoughts and makes the thought of sleep too much to bear
For when it shows it destroys, leaving nothing, save a tattered and empty shell
And the angel knows just how that goes, for he's spent some time in Hell.
Yet this lonesome thought, this fevered dream, he figures it must end
But that beauty he stands guard of now
It lets him know that, somehow
It's still better to pretend.
