Little darling I was wondering maybe wishful thinking
you and I could be something more
Than just friends

I guess it depends on the seasons leaves are falling
grass is growing but its hard never knowing
where we stand

by me until the end she said but instead I'm second guessing
her intentions, digressing with my questions but I hate to hesitate so...
When will we cross the line my dear

I fear it might not be wrong to care
If loving you is a crime I can
only hope when you stare up at the sky

you'll see...The moonshine

I'm a little older but its better if we never try to ponder

lose composure when we focus
on the age
ain't nothing but a number even if I said it louder

would it even matter when I whisper
in your ear
ring around the rosie pocket full of empty wishes

like the one when you're my Mrs tear my heart to pieces with your kisses oh...
when will we cross the line my dear
I fear it might not be wrong to care

and If loving you is a crime I can
only hope when we stare up at the sky
you'll see....


That I've been waiting for the sun to come
and eclipse my love with her touch

but time always seems too long when you wait for the stars to align
or a sign like... the moonshine



but you can cross the line when the stars align
we can cross the line when the stars align

I will cross the line when the stars align....
you can cross the line
that I've drawn in the sand

when you speak with your body language
I will understand
we can cross the line when the stars align...

we can cross the line underneath....The moonshine.