Better Things Lyrics

On winter nights
The moon it sings
"I was made for better things.
Better things, dearie, better things"
In early spring
the ghost princess
goes haunting in her pretty dress
pretty dress,
your majesty, pretty dress.

And I have heard
the singing of real birds.
Not those absurd birds
that simply everybody's heard.
Real birds.
In summer
When the moon is full
the wolfboy is adorable
adorable, you're adorable.
I have observed
The winging of real birds.
Not those reserved birds
That simply everyone's observed
Real birds.