It must have been moonglow
drop these words down to me
must have been moonglow
I’m up in the old oak tree.
Your supermassive hug
your stellar eyes of blue
I can’t get out and away
I’m disappearing into you.
It must have been moonglow
high up in the old oak tree
that night you said those words
and held me so close to you.
The Coming of the Toads 