Moonstone by Karen Zanes

Lyrics:

Sitting in my bedroom
living half a life
gazing out the window
seasons rolling by
and this moonstone...
turquoise on my wrist
and gentle curls
tumbling down my back
this is my world

Curled up in an easy chair
hold you in my heart
rue the day you left me
on the forest floor
with this moonstone...
turquoise on my wrist
and gentle curls
tumbling to the earth
you were my world

'Tis not a crime
to be young
and in love
with mossy eyes
with golden eyes
eyes
eyes

Walking down the street at night
it's if you never left
turn the corner,
hear your voice
save me from my death
take this moonstone...
for the thousand diamonds
of your skin
turn me into that
which is your kin

'Tis not a crime
to be young
and in love
with mossy eyes
with golden eyes
eyes
eyes

Said that you would always love me
in this human form
but how could you let me grow old
while you stay forever young?
trade this moonstone...
for the thousand diamonds of your skin
turn me into that which is your kin

Tis not a crime
to be young
So, drink this blood
but just enough
to stay young
forever
forever
forever

• Alternative
• acid folk
• chamber folk
• dream
• folktronica
• paisley revival
• poetic psych-pop
• Boston