You know where you're going
And the direction is anywhere
The clothes that you're wearing
Could make anyone stop and stare
The way that you're thinking
Sends rocks out to shame
The way that you're looking
Could make anyone ask your name
When you're heading out in the light of the crescent moon
You could say anything
And we're trying it out but you're praying that they don't find anything
Always questioning
The way that it always starts
Is that you're looking up to the stars
The way that you act and the way that you are
It's turning out that you're a sunset superstar
The look of your skin
In the warm evening light
The wind in our hair
And the grass beneath us
Tangerine skies
Moths and butterflies
You know
You know
You know
When you're heading out in the light of the crescent moon
You could say anything
And we're trying it out but you're praying that they don't find anything
Always questioning
The way that it always starts
Is that you're looking up to the stars
The way that you act and the way that you are
It's turning out that you're a sunset superstar
Rules are not your forte
And neither is thinking, clearly
The way you looked while being foolish
Was enough to tie me in
But the realization and the absent sensation set in
Sensation set in
When you're heading out in the light of the crescent moon
You could say anything
And we're trying it out but you're praying that they don't find anything
Always questioning
The way that it always starts
Is that you're looking up to the stars
The way that you act and the way that you are
It's turning out that you're a sunset superstar