in the window across from mine
lives a moonbeam
the only problem is she's not very pleased with me
in the window across from mine
lives a moonbeam
from the day I saw her
I've forgotten to light the lamp
I sit with my heart in my hands
I forget about going anywhere
Now constantly in my eyes
That mischievous face remains
in the window across from mine
lives a moonbeam
The rains have come and gone
the clouds have thundered and poured down
but for one glimpse of her
my heart still thirsts
when will this thirst get satisfied
is what I think of day and night
in the window across from mine
lives a moonbeam
the only problem is she's not very pleased with me
in the window across from mine
lives a moonbeam