Under the dark moon, you’ve lost your way
Yet elfin sweet sadly calls your name
You wait for a crescent sliver, a sign, a helping hand
In that native foreign land
What is the way, and how do I get there?
Who is foul, and who is fair?
Trace the veins of a new leaf
Howl to the unseen moon
Do you see…
And they sing in cold, high voice
You always have a choice
The way is yours alone to make
There is always a way
Call back to the song you hear
That ancient children’s game