Feels, early moon
Drifting across the lonely afternoon
Spirit turning with the wheels
Picking up the feels

Here again my friend, is it so?
Locked inside your eyes, fire glow
Strange, strange times
It's hard to know what's real
You know what I feel

Oh my baby

The nights, our restless eyes
Wander together, wearing night skies
Singing to the moon, running through the hills
Saying the feels

Watching from the wings
Strange things are dying
Mary your name, don't deafen on him
Merlin's hands and dreaded land comes here
Enough to feel

Walked out, heard the morning birds
Breaking their silent fast, at last, the word
Got carried away, over the feels
Go on feels