Locked outside.

Who let me get in?

Who let the keys outside?

So I guess I will be here,

for a little long while.

More than a second

less than a mile.

Maybe I will try to break in,

later at night cause now

I will just lie myself here

and take a good look

at the big old good moon.

Hey you, there, yes, you!

I am talking with the moon,

actualy, I am just hearing

what she has to say,

don't you want to

stay here and hear her too?

I am feeling the night here

on the outside of my lost house.

I think I could stand still a little longer

and have my thoughts right.

But I'm not thinking right now,

I'm just feeling the nights pain.

May you stay a little longer

with me? Come closer

or you won't be able to listen

to my whispering feelings.

That big thing glowing,

no, I'm not talking about the moon

it's about something else

that I wished for so long

but I've never had the chance

to touch it, for real.

Now that I'm out

my dreams are flying higher.

There's a cage no more,

so I may fly with the wind

to be there, at your side.

I guess that this old house

will not miss me at any time.

So I'll get my wings ready

and fly, until reach you.

Then togheter, we will live

in the moon.