The guy who gave me moon

The water of Charles is still in my memory

When we laid back and talked nothing

I remember that warm day in June

When I fell for the guy who gave me moon

Day spent holding hands at the Muir’s wild

An evening driving down seventeen miles

I remember looking up to the sky abloom

With the guy who gave me moon

Swinging on the Hawaiian banyan roots

We laughed and felt the childhood

I remember the vivid volcanic plume

And sharing breath with the guy who gave me moon

That night on the Seine

Eiffel in the distance sparkling

I remember feeling on an eternal honeymoon

With the guy who gave me moon.