No Songs Left to Sing Marc Gunn

There are no songs still left to sing
There's no music still left to score
All the melodies have left the moonbeams
Ever since you left my door

I heard that little quip that you made
Caused me a little bit of pain and woe
While fireworks sparked on the Fourth of July
Your silhouette dimmed street lamp glow

Now music won't grace my window
I can't remember a single song that I sung
All I know is I long for moonbeams
And the melodies when I was young