Lirieke: The Magnetic Fields. Realism. Interlude.

The moon-blue rays of magical light
Festoon her face this beautiful night
The moon, her only lover
But soon even that will be over

So they climb high in the violet sky
And they dance
And he'll whisper all his mysteries to her
As they dance

He will fall in love, poor fellow
Just when all above turns yellow
And the dawn breaks his heart

He will fall in love, poor fellow
Just when all above turns yellow
And the dawn breaks his heart