Thinking in squares in binocular time
Trailing admirers who all look too young for her
Talking, infringing on suitable restaurants
Keeping a lost age alive with her perfume
Better than you’ve been coming
Moonlight
Better than you’ve been coming
Moonlight anytime
The stars become your eyes
The stars become your eyes
This night won’t end
This night that is not a night
Will never end
Her glamour, her scandal, her dreams and her smokescreens
The church and the veil and the old Russian [silverettes?] [cigarettes?]
Always impeccable, never in daylight
The pale sun of midnight was all that she wanted
Better than you’ve been coming
Moonlight
Better than you’ve been coming
Moonlight anytime
The stars become your eyes
The stars become your eyes
This night won’t end
Not this night
She drove me one night to the edge of the forest
To show me the airstrip her grandfather left her
The buildings were empty, we stood on the runway
Dreaming of lights that would never burn out
Better than you’ve been coming
Moonlight
Better than you’ve been coming
Moonlight anytime
Oh, better than you’ve been coming
Moonlight
Better than you’ve been coming
Moonlight anytime
The stars become your eyes
The stars become them very well
The stars become your eyes
The stars become them very well
The stars become your eyes