The Drawer Beneath the Moonlight - BeeWaee
I found the drawer beneath the moon
Dusty dreams still hung their tune
A fading note, a younger hand
A voice I lost now understands
Under this quiet silver glow
I meet the things I used to know
Not gone, not gone, just sleeping tight
Inside the drawer beneath the night
Paper smells of old July
The ink still speaks of years gone by
I read the words my heart replies
Soft echoes under lunar skies
Under this quiet silver glow
I meet the things I used to know
Not gone, not gone, just sleeping tight
Inside the drawer beneath the night
Dreams don't die, they just rest slow
Waiting for the moon to show
I touch the past and I feel new
Old light becomes a gentle hue
So when the moonlight finds this room
I'll open dreams and let them bloom