The fox looked up toward the moon
And thought "I could jump that high...

I tried to dream of you and I,
Dancing through the starlit sky...

Creepy crawlies everywhere,
Up your back and in your hair...

When the leaves change
And the air grows cold...

Spring crawls slowly forward,
Chasing away cold winter nights...

Everything I touch begins to wither.
Slowly at first, so as not to notice...

Follow me love, I'll pick you up
And place you beside my heart...

I'm insecure; please strap me down.
Before I tumble back into my doubt...

The second star on the right
And straight through the night to you...

I'll light the way if you ask me to,
But don't get too close my dear...

If I disappear with the morning,
Will your bitterness follow my wake...

Drain your words of their nectar
And fill up my cup once more...