She.

She's the pale white shimmer spangled on a falling moondrop You wish you could be the piece of earth she fell upon She's like knowing that this is the last time you're seeing color She's a revelation lying on a tightrope You wish you could be the creases in the breaking tether She's like knowing that this is the last time you're seeing color She's the type to say I love you in the crudest of ways 'Till the moon starts feeling a little uneasy She's the type to say I love you in the crudest of ways 'Till the moon starts feeling a little uneasy She's the levitation You need to last You wish you could forget the future And the past Oh please tell me this is the last time I'm seeing color Oh please tell me that this is the last time I'm seeing color She's the type to say I love you in the crudest of ways 'Till the moon starts feeling a little uneasy She's the type to say I love you in the crudest of ways 'Till the moon starts feeling a little uneasy