WILLOW, JABS - Lune lyrics
WILLOW [Willow Smith] LA, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[WILLOW, JABS - Lune lyrics]
Paper chains and withered sleeves
Swimming down the streams and ocean breeze
The moon is a strange, wild world a universe
Where I find a strange galaxy-xy-xy
Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me and when I feel lonely
I hide behind her wings
Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me
And when I feel lonely, I exhale her breeze
It's funny
'cause there's no oxygen in space
It's funny
'cause our real home is within' space
It's funny we wipe the slate clean
We wipe it waving
Like we don't care what goes on in there
What goes on in there
What goes on in the space
What goes on in there what goes on in there
The Anunnaki stare
Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me (smiling at me)
And when I feel lonely
I hide behind her wings
(Behind her wings, behind her wings)
Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me
And when I feel lonely, I exhale her breeze
Paper chains (paper chains)
And withered sleeves (and withered sleeves)
Swimming down the streams and ocean breeze
The moon is a strange, wild world
Swimming down the streams and ocean breeze
The moon is a strange, wild world a universe
Where I find a strange galaxy-xy-xy
Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me and when I feel lonely
I hide behind her wings
Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me
And when I feel lonely, I exhale her breeze
It's funny
'cause there's no oxygen in space
It's funny
'cause our real home is within' space
It's funny we wipe the slate clean
We wipe it waving
Like we don't care what goes on in there
What goes on in there
What goes on in the space
What goes on in there what goes on in there
The Anunnaki stare
Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me (smiling at me)
And when I feel lonely
I hide behind her wings
(Behind her wings, behind her wings)
Mom, the Moon is smiling at me
She's smiling at me
And when I feel lonely, I exhale her breeze
Paper chains (paper chains)
And withered sleeves (and withered sleeves)
Swimming down the streams and ocean breeze
The moon is a strange, wild world