When night takes over in the afternoon,
  One thing keeps me staring at the moon,
  It smiles,
  And tells me that I,
  Will be home soon,
  I'll be home soon.
  
  It calls for dreamers as it calls for time,
  But those real dreamers do not sleep at night,
  They burn,
  As they yearn,
  To be home soon.
  
  [bad word] 
  I will be home soon,
  You will see [bad word] down your road,
  And you'll greet me.
  
  I'll be home soon!
  
  When night falls down and slowly makes a womb,
  I close my pedals and I start to bloom,
  I burn,