Yellow Moon

Let me interrupt dinner for a story front page of The New York Times You are boring yet glorious and gorgeous So if we stay naive I guess well be fine Ive heard of Heaven but Ive never seen pictures Dont make me beg, unless its to differ Ive heard of Heaven but Ive never seen pictures Dont make me beg When all of the right things are so contradicting to our hidden agendas You set beside me this thunder and lighting and told me not to jump the gun Beneath a yellow moon the stars align to a summer tunes Ill see you in June Turn the lights down I might drown in the golden veins of the city but Jane will say 'Its all okay' Youll all go right down with me