Lunartree

Leave the Ground

Falling asleep with
Dreams oft the deepest sea
Just wanna flee.

High over the trees,
in a lightly breaze,
I see the loom,
of the moon.

Then my feet leave the ground,
hands holding on to a ballon.
Feel the heat of the ground,
driving me up to the moon,
I’m getting there soon.
No gravity won’t pull me back to the ground.

The wild winds drive me up,
don’t pull me back,
the wild winds drive me up,
don’t pull me back,
the wild winds, the wild winds.

Woke up days ago,
happy to my toes,
and I saw my goal,
coming close

High over the trees,
there I suddenly,
see the loom of the moon.

Then my feet leave the ground,
hands holding on to a ballon.
Feel the heat oft he ground,
driving me up to the moon,
I’m getting there soon.
No gravity won’t pull me back to the ground.

The wild winds drive me up,
don’t pull me back,
the wild winds drive me up,
don’t pull me back,
the wild winds, the wild winds.

I wanna reach the moon .... so I’m gonna reach the moon.