The moon,
My favourite part of it might have to be how it shines
Not on its own,
Nevertheless bearing light.
The moon,
My favourite part of it might have to be how it shines
Not on its own,
Nevertheless bearing light.
Coffee meets ginger,
Like magnolias in the sky
An interchange of fluid,
A taste of the wild.
A peep into the senses,
A peep into the style,
Coffee meets ginger,
Like whistles blown on a freeway.
Coffee meets ginger
The beasts have arisen!
The night beckons the lovers
And the lovers listen,
And think and wonder
At the amazement,
At the wonders.