Not just another moonbeam
Read quite a bit of Pende today
One part dreamer
One part meaner
Sets a different mood in some way
Reflected down Monroe Street
In the middle of the day
What of all the other moonbeams
Or the one I want to stay
The girl that grew
And no one knew
A space to chase
I sometimes flew
Into my innerloom
Into my innerloom, yes
Into my innerloom
All girls wear pink
Some are stained with ink
And I watch as your words
Fly into my innerloom
I got my own narcotics
But don't know how to smoke
It's when I feel beyond it that
I finally learn to cope
The girl that grew
And no one knew
A space to chase
I sometimes flew
Into my innerloom
Into my innerloom, yes God
Into my innerloom
The skin was torn
That I had worn
Beneath the thorns
I was born
The girl that grew
And no one knew
A space I would chase
Then I sometimes flew
Into my innerloom
Into my innerloom
Into my innerloom
All girls wear pink
Some are stained with ink
It's not sometimes I think
To want to be those girls
And I dove into my guts before
I'll never play the same way again
I'll try and call a lipstick boy
And ask where Charlotte sometimes went
The girl that grew
And no one knew
A space to chase
I sometimes flew
Into my innerloom
Into my innerloom
Into my innerloom
