Under the burning sun It's where I'll shed my skin It's insatiable My thirst for heat Makes me forget That i might end up burnt. Dank from where i climb, Searching for sweeter rhyme, Standing firm. Playing apart, Defined by a broken line. Is it all really true? Under the crescent moon Is where I'll comb my fur. It's the intractable might Of it's pull that is enticing To my dancing feet. Dreaming with the view It's when i thought of you Standing firm. Playing part, Defined by a broken line. Is it all really true?