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Lyrics
The breeze blows a tale
I refuse to believe…
The light from the moon isn’t real
Enchanting light
Constantly glowing
Either golden or soft bluish-gray.
Contented, I sigh
My eyes inhale hues
Peering through trees as they sway.
Confined here by choice
On grass wet with dew
Tears start to pool in my heart.
Words burn my ears
With outlandish lies -
Fear tries to pull me apart.
The breeze blows a tale
I refuse to believe…
The light from the moon isn’t real
I run just to breathe
Cool air, crisp and damp…
Desperate, I plead to the skies.
The moon flaunts her glow
Not warm like the Sun –
The ache in the air burns my eyes
I see a light –
A perfect, soft glow
Caressing with warmth I can feel.
The breeze blows a tale
I refuse to believe…
The light from the moon isn’t real
My path remains lightened
The moon shares her truth
Now all my steps are unsure...
She says she can’t shine -
She simply reflects
Whatever is given to her
Yet I felt her warmth…
She lit up my path -
Ensuring I won’t lose my way.
All of it lies.
She’s cold, hard and damp…
The dark will forever betray.
I have to believe in the breeze
Details
GeneratedMay 27, 2026
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
jazz, rock, alternative rock, pop, punk
Credits
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Psychedelic_Sun
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