Thoughts Under the Full Moon (feat. Akello G Light) - Kutmah

I've been chasing diamonds I've been chasing pearls I've been keeping company With cinnamon girls I swoon, did you see my head shake? Stay tuned and I'll entertain Hey hot stuff, make my lemonade How long does a lifetime take? And they all got down to the Cinderella quick step In living color, cheekbones like Johnny Depp When the whip came down it was no joke Came too soon, half drunk under a full moon Well I lost my sense of humor When my lips turned blue Now I know the right move Is just whatever gets you through I swooned from the minute that I woke Stay tuned 'cause it just might rain Hey hot stuff, make my cherry Coke Your logic's driving me insane And they all got down to the Cinderella quick step In living color, cheekbones like Johnny Depp When the whip came down it was no joke Came too soon, half drunk under a full moon And then the music stopped playing And the lights came off There was no sign of Cinderella Cinderella was gone She left every heart broken Every good man cried Each and every one had that look upon their face Like the '60s just died And someone said: "I can feel the music I can hear the music I can feel the music Tell me if you hear the music, say yes" If you hear the music say yes If you hear the music say yes If you hear the music say yes If you hear the music say yes Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes Say yes, yes, yes, yes... And they all got down to the Cinderella quick step In living color, cheekbones like Johnny Depp When the whip came down it was no joke Came too soon, half drunk under a full moon They all got down to the Cinderella quick step In living color, cheekbones like Johnny Depp When the whip came down it was no joke Came too soon, half drunk under a full moon Yeah

Once again I've cried unto the moon That burning flame That has guided me through all these years The lake from which you flow With eyes of fire Once unlit but now alive This energy, sparkling like a morning star The morning star Riding the fires of the northern gold I've searched the eye I laugh under the weeping moon I am the watcher in the skies Nor the emeralds know my mark Glisten to mark their presence Set the enigma ablaze Searching Finding Burn the winter landmarks That said I was there Burn the spirit of cold That travel through my soul