The hunter, Orion, was hungry one day,
So he took a bite of the moon,
Washed it down with some of the milky way,
Using the little dipper as a spoon.
The bear Ursa Major went free that night,
And her little cub too,
And the hunter, Orion, gambled and played
And drank with the man on the moon.
......
The game we play
burns in every glance,
every breath drawn too close.
We circle,
drawn and defiant,
each touch a risk,
each word a spark.
In this game of love,
we are both hunter and prey.
The game we play
burns in every glance,
every breath drawn too close.
We circle,
drawn and defiant,
each touch a risk,
each word a spark.
In this game of love,
we are both hunter and prey.
The hunter, Orion, was hungry one day,
So he took a bite of the moon,
Washed it down with some of the milky way,
Using the little dipper as a spoon.
The bear Ursa Major went free that night,
And her little cub too,
And the hunter, Orion, gambled and played
And drank with the man on the moon.
......