sugarcane - Ali McInnes prs/mcps

She sticks her head through the clouds and smiles at the moon passing by,
Lays her head to the side and grins as the shadow on her brow moves away.
She came down with a bang and a crash; everything was the same.
Now the night is clear she's reappeared
In this world, in this world again.

Mystical words are the kinds you hear,
Sugarcane still swaying in the wind of a summer breeze.
Take a shine like you're coming home,
Healing hands stay here for a while.
It will not be the same again.
Now the night is clear she's reappeared.
In this world, in this world again.