Borrowers. Uncertain Terms. Zeneszám

Said the moon to the silvery trees
I will always be with you
But the worlds kept turning anyway
And if the moon believed what he did say
His words were proved untrue
Many clouds rolled in that night
Turned the sky a charcoal grey
And when the clouds had finally passed
The trees of silver saw at last
The moon had gone away
And love dictates uncertain terms
In words that will deceive
But love will never let you learn
Just beg you to believe
Said the river as it rushed by
Don't you know where the moon has gone
His path is chosen by the night
To remind us of the morning light

And you must carry on
For though the moon may worship you
And though his heart you've won
There's another voice he must obey
Another love he can't betray
Nor can his direction stay
>From the journey he's begun
And love dictates uncertain terms
In words that will deceive
But love will never let you learn
Just beg you to believe
Love dicates uncertain terms
Its language is deceiving
But love will never let you learn
You just have to keep believing