Too many moons. Glory and the feeling. Too many moons, too many times I fell in love with you.
Too many moons, too many reasons, to love this life all the time.
Too many tears. Of suffering I learned from. Of joy, that I'm still living.
Oh fathers sky, love my mother, your sunshine and ozone. Don't cha know, she loves you as I do so. So?...
V1:
I remember the chills, hard concrete in the cold night. But I was too numb. I was left blinded by lies, so dumb.
Left for dead, wanted me alone against the cold. But it took pity. Saw my inferno it ignited. Kept me warm.
I ramble on and on, but does it do justice with mere words? Does it do it, even when you didn't realize it?
hook:
I tried, but can't forget who I am. I love my scars.
They make us who we are.
What we could face and survive, our essence for all time.
V2:
Does father sky, look on in jealousy? Closest to my mother, her rich soil.
I already had Daddy issues, just another so far away. But the pos
But I look on in love, just the sight, taught so me so much.
The two of you, meant to be, to make love so beautiful, creatures like me, be left in AWE, fantasy.
Too many moons. Glory and the feeling. Too many moons, too many times I fell in love with you.
Too many moons, too many reasons, to love this life all the time.
Too many tears. Of suffering I learned from. Of joy, that I'm still living.
Oooh my child, I know it seems all is lost, but just in your mind.
It's been too many moons, too many suns, stars, I didn't allow to fill my mind.
Too many moons.
Σtella's Greek-folk inflected pop sounds both vintage and subtly modern, like a lost gem sent from the magical nexus where 1966 meets 1986. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022