Two paper moons hanging On the night ceiling One we know, and one we don't Gray and green You can tell the small one flickers Sometimes To be seen, or unseen As it please Holy wine ache We drank a whole lake But something quiet Sometimes Is left behind Two happy loons dancing By the bank, swooning For the stream, for the show Deep blue, and mellow You can be Or envy 'TiII it fades away Holy wine ache We drank a whole lake But something quiet Sometimes Is left behind One passing crow Getting you to get down real low By the edge of the end No use in running To pretend is not the same as existing Holy wine ache We drank a whole lake But something quiet Sometimes Is left behind