Let Me Be Your Illusion

Moon let me be your illusion

My moon let me be your sundrenched hills

This June if you want

Let me prove that I'm the one

If I were a god

I'd destroy this world

Then form a new

Out of you

Out of your laugh

And out of your love

Death as a wooden crow

Comes down and lands on my desk

Looks me in the eye, cries

"She's left" he speaks at last

"She's left and will never come back"

But if I were a god

I'd free you little bird

Then watch you fly away past the skyway

Then you would bring her home

To me

Let me be your illusion

And if your alone and walk the streets at night

Then I'll be there by your side

Just look up at the trees

I'll be there with a raven next to me