Like Moon Behind A Cloud - Michael Franks

Lady, lovely as light, you lie beside me

While I dream, but at dawn you disappear

Who decides how much longing is the right amount?

So many times I nearly found you, I lost count

Each time I think I’m close enough to touch you

You hide from me seductively just like

The moon behind a cloud

In the voice of the rain I hear you call me

In the sky of your eyes I fly and fall

Who decides how much longing is the right amount?

So many times I nearly found you, I lost count

Each time I think I’m close enough to touch you

You hide from me seductively just like

The moon behind a cloud