[Verse 1] A girl in a field, her feet in the dew, The night breathes slow as the sky turns blue. She lifts her eyes with a restless sigh Toward the silver world hung in the sky. [Pre-Chorus] It hangs so low, it feels so near— She reaches up without a fear. [Chorus] She picks the moon from the sky, Takes a bite and closes her eyes. The borrowed light begins to die— But fears the self she'll find inside. [Verse 2] She eats again—its glow grows thin, A trembling thread unwinds within. Silver runs down her hands like rain, Cold and sweet in its gentle pain. She whispers, "Let me change this time…" But the practiced self won't leave her mind. [Pre-Chorus] The night can't hold her for too long— She hears a pulse, her quiet song. [Chorus] She picks the moon from the sky, Takes a bite as the glow runs dry. The borrowed light begins to die— But fears the self she'll find inside. [Bridge] The circle fades to a fragile shard, She clutches tight and breathes in hard. Silver threads slip through her hands, Pooling bright across the land. She dreams of day—its open flame, Its warmth that calls her by her name. So she follows that soft pulse inside, The music that never lied. [Final Chorus – soft, rising] She ate the moon from the sky, Swallowed the night, let borrowed light die. Her hands are empty, face is wet— And though she shakes, her feet are set toward the music she can't forget.
