Lost Serenade - Mayday

Under the moonlight

I sit here and dream

Only of you love

Could I even sing

No one could imagine the longing we’ve known

O my Virginia

I wait for your hand

To put ink on paper

In a letter you send

Tell me you’re stealing the next train ride home

(Do you still burn inside?)

Something’s burning

Your daddy’s a statue

He don’t like my strange ways

Roaming around one strange place to strange place

Searching for something both gentle and pure

(Something that we both can endure)