A laughing boy asks a favor of a laughing city,
perched in the crows nest
a husk of a house on a hill
this day this shall all be mine
100 years of future light
playing in the breezy black
of a southern summer night
A laughing boy asks a favor of a laughing city,
once he asked the same of the moon
except that was before the spring came
this is different, better even
when he asked the moon he was crying
the moon was, maybe laughing
A laughing boy asked a favor of a laughing city,
now he sees with smiles
(i'm)perfect but solid at least
i don't think the moon has ever actually fallen
and landed on anyone anyway.
he just has to say,
be good to me and
i'll be good to you
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