Crescent

Kiss me under the crescent moon,
Where there is nothing to be heard,
Where the wolves do not howl,
Where the wind whispers sweet nothings to us.

Let's dance under the crescent moon,
Where the only sound is our moving feet,
Where the wolves swallow their howls,
Where the rain slowly washes our pain away.

Can we stay underneath the crescent moon?
Where there is nothing but silence.
Crescent moon, where the wolves are too scared to howl.
Crescent moon, where things are so peaceful.

Crescent moon, stay high.
Let your scent radiate in this whole world.