Better In The Moonlight

You walked in wearing yesterday’s tie,

With that crooked little grin you try to hide,

You ordered coffee, spilled it on your sleeve,

Then looked at me like I was supposed to leave.

I should’ve laughed, I should’ve gone,

Instead I watched you carry on.

And maybe I’m foolish,

Maybe I’m blind, But

somehow your disasters Are charming tonight.

You look better in the moonlight,

Everything seems softer there,

Even that ridiculous haircut Looks almost debonair.

You look better in the moonlight,

And I suppose I do too,

Maybe it’s the shadows talking,

Or maybe it’s just you.

You told me you could dance like Astaire,

Then nearly knocked a lamp out of the air,

You bowed like nothing happened at all,

While I tried not to laugh against the wall.

You took my hand,

You missed the beat,

Somehow you still looked awfully sweet.

You look better in the moonlight,

When the city’s fading blue,

And every little imperfection

Seems to suit you.

You look better in the moonlight,

Though I’ll never tell you why,

I’d rather keep this little secret Between you and the sky.

Maybe love isn’t fireworks,

Maybe it doesn’t make a sound,

Maybe it’s somebody laughing

When you nearly fall down.

Maybe it’s staying a little longer

When the evening should be through,

Maybe it’s the way the whole room

Feels different next to you.

You look better in the moonlight,

But then again, so do I,

And if we’re both a little foolish,

Perhaps that’s worth a try.

You look better in the moonlight,

So stay until it fades,

We’ll blame it on the evening For all the mistakes we’ve made.

You look better in the moonlight… (hahaha) …don’t

let it go to your head.