Thinking in squares in binocular time Trailing admirers who all look too young for her Talking, in French in unvitable restaurants Keeping a lost age alive with her perfume

Better than you becoming moonlight Better than you becoming moonlight anytime The stars become your eyes The stars become your eyes This night won't end This night that is not a night Will never end

Her glamour, her scandal, her dreams and her smokescreens The church and the veil and the old Russian cigarettes Always impeccable, never in daylight The pale sun of midnight was all that she wanted

Better than you becoming moonlight Better than you becoming moonlight anytime The stars become your eyes The stars become your eyes This night won't end Not this night

She drove me one night to the edge of the forest To show me the airstrip her grandfather left her The buildings were empty, we stood on the runway Dreaming of lights that would never burn out

Better than you becoming moonlight Better than you becoming moonlight anytime Oh, better than you becoming moonlight Better than you becoming moonlight anytime

The stars become your eyes The stars become them very well The stars become your eyes The stars become them very well The stars become your eyes