Sanoja: Max Webster. In Context Of The Moon.

In context of the stars
You point at my point right
You reflect off my sunglasses
Waiting for the moon on a tight night

In context of the sun
Zero degrees is where we start
You grind on my glass pedal
Red line earth clutching my hear

In context of the moon
You pull to my full height
We black out during the eclipse
Jelly roll on a comet kite

Out of the day into the night
Catching the heat and the ride beat
Ooo la la, well, ooo la, well

You says there's nothing to do
I says that's during the day
You says aren't we having fun
I says the night's not yet won

You says the feeling will be
Ooo la la, well oo la well