Texty: Porcupine Tree. The Moon Touches Your Shoulder.

Springtime is over
Don't head for home
Creep up the ladder
And steal over stone

No time to forget this
World's in your eyes
Sway in the cloud blur
And light up the sky

Cast off the color
And tune in to black
The moon touches your shoulder
And brings the day back

And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your