The spark called moon.

The nail of the moon in the sky
I can't see it all but i can see that spark
the rest of the yellow moon is in the dark
I take a glimps of your eyes in the moon of tonigth.

Less than one half of the moon in the highs
the ballon tells me you'll be allwrigth
so I'll get up and walk all my life
walk in day ligth no thanks
I'll shiver with the cold of the nigth.

I can't see all of the moon
but i know I want a slice of that pie
I know I don't know you
but you spark like you migth
So go up and turn off that brigth ligth
shine like a rain drop in the middle of the yard.