Heard the moon's fake. Don't it look heavy tonight? Bet it's as light as dust. But looking at you, porcelain babe in the light, honey, it must be real. I don't look up often enough, babe, to know which of the stars are gods. I hope you can show me tonight. Make them come alive. I can't believe anything less. Up there, I can't deny anything. Wish on the lake for perennial night. Darken the sky with our fire. Then we can rest. Let our philosophies rest, and let our gods rest too.