When The Moon Comes Down For Tea © 2002 Lon Jones

when the moon comes down for tea you’ll be up till way past three you can just give up on sleep when the moon comes down for tea she’s been peaking through your window gossiping over her orange pekoe she’s been telling me everything that you’ve been doing she can throw a mean tarot when she was older she posed for van gogh on a starry night on a starry night on a starry night sparkling on my tea cup bright she fills up my cup with her spooky light when the moon comes down for tea you’ll be up till way past three you can just give up on sleep when the moon comes down for tea tea late at night will keep you up still she insists that you just have one cup and another cup and another cup and another cup clouds start talking you hear every sound clocks go crazy when she comes around spinning they go spinning spinning they go spinning spinning she’ll have you laughing she’ll have you crying she calls down orion and a bull and a lion when the moon comes down for tea you’ll be up till way past three you can just give up on sleep when the moon comes down for tea