Roots

I don’t like the moonlight
Especially after midnight
When I sit in full bloom I think about it moving
How gravity can drive me crazy
It’s the only thing that keeps me from flying up
Right under my toes, ah
There should be roots, ah
I don’t like the sunrise
Waking up in daylight
It reminds me of how darkness can drive me crazy
When the sun comes up, I’m a different kind
Did the earth just move, or am I in a bad mood, ah
Right under my toes, ah
There should be roots, ah
So why would I feel it?
Why would I feel it?
Why would I feel it?