Broughton-Mason-Thomas Moonlight.. . Oh in the Moonlight Eyes bright . . . Waiting for daylight Please, don't fight, everything's so right High lights .. . Sweet golden goodnights. But there you go, it goes to show, how my imagination flows. In never ending circles, with glances asking questions We chase each other's alibis And if my voices show me caution, (only through your eyes) its only through your eyes Nightlife ...seems like a still life Waiting ...for unfinished paintings oh but meanwhile ... time in between smiles stands still .. . like some breathless windmill. But there you go, it goes to show, how my imagination flows. If the sages say I'm foolish. I'll say your every movement Was like a river, washing over me. But if you tell me that its ended, I'll shake my head and leave (shake my head and leave).