Must I passed to get to you?
To hang on the moon
Til the night is over due.
You're the one good thing
I didn't plan to do.
But you offered me a toast
That I can't refuse to.
With the auburn fire
Shall I dance.
With the silver rain
A beautiful trance.
But everywhere felt like
Rented places sheltered by chance.
But yours is my home, my north,
My deliverance.