phases of the moon

Every dawn, I hum out of tune. We hum out of tune...! [Instrumental] Do they fade away or not? Do dreams shatter or not...? [Instrumental] With the passage of time, Slowly, steadily, Restlessness subsides, In the depths of darkness. Strength emerges, In the glow of light. It can also blossom. At times in a whisper. In a fleeting moment. On some elusive full moon night. [Instrumental] Every dawn, I hum out of tune. We hum out of tune...! [Instrumental] A cherished evening, Silent whispers of nature. A state of detachment. Your timeless form, In the midst of it all. (Rare full moon night) [Instrumental] Every dawn, I hum out of tune. We hum out of tune...! [Instrumental] A cherished evening, Silent whispers of nature. A state of detachment. Your timeless form, In the midst of it all. [Instrumental] Sometimes, what we see isn't the truth. [Instrumental] (Rare full moon night) [Instrumental] Every dawn, I hum out of tune. We hum out of tune...! [Instrumental] A cherished evening, Silent whispers of nature. A state of detachment. Your timeless form, In the midst of it all. [Instrumental] Sometimes, what we see isn't the truth. [Instrumental] of it all. (Rare full moon night) [Instrumental] Every dawn, I hum out of tune. We hum out of tune...! [Instrumental] A cherished evening, Silent whispers of nature. A state of detachment. Your timeless form, In the midst of it all. [Instrumental] Sometimes, what we see isn't the truth. [Instrumental] (Rare full moon night) [Instrumental] Every dawn, I hum out of tune. We hum out of tune...! [Instrumental] A cherished evening, Silent whispers of nature. A state of detachment. Your timeless form, In the midst of it all. [Instrumental] Sometimes, what we see isn't the truth. [Instrumental] timeless form, In the midst of it all. [Instrumental] Sometimes, what we see isn't the truth. [Instrumental] The active threads of the wandering mind, When beyond the eyes, Forge closed pathways, And we observe, And observe again. Like a language, That we comprehend, And comprehend again. Sometimes, what we see isn't the truth. The active threads of the wandering mind, When beyond the eyes, Forge closed pathways, And we observe, And observe again. Like a language, That we comprehend, And comprehend again. [Instrumental] Every dawn, I hum out of tune. We hum out of tune...! [Instrumental] Do they fade away or not? Do dreams shatter or not? Do they fade away or not? Do dreams shatter or not? [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [Instrumental] Expansively, In black soil, blue hues blur. [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [outro] Full moons are delusions. Delusions become full moons. [fadeout] Do they fade away or not? Do dreams shatter or not? [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [Instrumental] Expansively, In black soil, blue hues blur. [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [outro] Full moons are delusions. Delusions become full moons. [fadeout] Like a language, That we comprehend, And comprehend again. [Instrumental] Every dawn, I hum out of tune. We hum out of tune...! [Instrumental] Do they fade away or not? Do dreams shatter or not? Do they fade away or not? Do dreams shatter or not? [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [Instrumental] Expansively, In black soil, blue hues blur. [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [outro] Full moons are delusions. Delusions become full moons. [fadeout] Do they fade away or not? Do dreams shatter or not? [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [Instrumental] Expansively, In black soil, blue hues blur. [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [outro] Full moons are delusions. Delusions become full moons. [fadeout] [Instrumental] Expansively, In black soil, blue hues blur. [Instrumental] Meetings with full moons remain immortal. [outro] Full moons are delusions. Delusions become full moons. [fadeout]