Move On
Move On

Late night stories [bad word] naked, cutting through the breeze
Kissing your eyes
Walking onto our friends

Catching stars and seas
Presses up to me
Whispers “Take me”

Soft skins covered chills
And the taste of bells
To the atmos-greet

I know, I know
Move On
Move On
Now it’s time to move on
Move On
Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Move on

Fair chilled chocolates
Sides of them are kissing through the clouds
Looking as you sleep
And gently on the side
Start to fade away
Leaving paper trails
Please forgive me, love

Thanks to first and last
I’m always in the past [bad word] from what can hide

I know, I know
Move on
Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Move on