Moonbeam Catapult

From on high the dust of the sky in choir with the night's obtainable campfire Makemake is out there spinning guise, rushing in, reflecting warmth from within And sand sifting all of this earthshine Surround Just know I know we can turn the tide Delay A perpetual unknown connecting time to tone behind a flashing strobe of lunar light Trying to try to form a spectral monocline Waning and waxing, the moon's gaining in a relaxing unwind I'm shooting love unstoppable, straight Shooting love straight from this moonbeam catapult