It must be the moon

lying in bed late at night
lying in bed holding you tight
but whose face is that in the window
the question leaves me in limbo
a voyeur or thief, which could it be
lurking outside for something to see
he seems to smile
he likes our style
as he gazes at us, two lovers
I glare and pull up the covers
he continues to stare
what parts are left bare
you’re cuddled close, there’s nothing to see
surely he’s not interested in someone like me
I crane my neck, I’ll not be shy
I’ll have no fear of this mysterious guy
I’ll see who he is and call the police
and hold you again and never release
he seems to have gone, where can he be
I move close to the window, better to see
there he is in the west, big and yellow
bright but never a dangerous fellow
he’s sinking now but he will return
for a love like ours he’ll forever yearn
he bids us adieux
and smiles at us too
he’d like the night not to end
and his love he will send
he’s neither voyeur nor thief
he’ll cause us no grief
and if he wants to come back
he can join the pack
as he leaves he’s humming a tune
I can see now it must be the moon