I was born a moonflower
And you my light
Drowning in the haybale sun
Most of my life
I'm a creature
But I stayed still and cool
'Till your soft white presence taught me to move
So I looked at you
But you weren't quite looking at me too
So I feel like wilting
'Cause the moon loves a bud like the painter loves each stroke of his brush
And I am guilty
I say I'm ready for the bees
But when you leave it nearly kill me
Let me fade into night
Strip my color away
I am made out of rolled eyes and picked fights anyway
I'm a dreamer
I refuse to wake
I might open my eyes but I'll close my body at the break of day
So I feel like wilting
'Cause your beauty keeps me silent but it's not very filling
And I am willing
I say I'm ready for the bees
But when you leave it nearly kills me
Oh
Oh
Oh
So I feel like wilting
'Cause the moon loves a bud like the painter loves each stroke of his brush
And I am guilty
I say I'm ready for the bees
But when you leave it nearly kills me
I say I'm ready for the bees
But when you leave please don't make it easy
'Cause I was born a moonflower
And you my light