Flu Moon - Cory Hanson

Flew moon inside your head

Tell me every word you said

He whispers at night

Un-disturbed by light

«All your dreams

Are just waiting to be real»

You hollow out your body thin

Moonlight puncturing your skin

Can’t you see the leaves are green

With a flu moon inside your head?

He talks in your sleep

And reflected the birds

«Your desire

Is just waiting to be filled»

Think you can find him by the river?

Think and you know he’s always there