Not just another moonbeam   Read quite a bit of Pende today   One part dreamer   One part meaner   Sets a different mood in some way      Reflected down Monroe Street   In the middle of the day   What of all the other moonbeams   Or the one I want to stay      The girl that grew   And no one knew   A space to chase   I sometimes flew   Into my innerloom   Into my innerloom, yes   Into my innerloom      All girls wear pink   Some are stained with ink   And I watch as your words   Fly into my innerloom      I got my own narcotics   But don't know how to smoke   It's when I feel beyond it that   I finally learn to cope      The girl that grew   And no one knew   A space to chase   I sometimes flew   Into my innerloom   Into my innerloom, yes God   Into my innerloom      The skin was torn   That I had worn   Beneath the thorns   I was born   The girl that grew   And no one knew   A space I would chase   Then I sometimes flew   Into my innerloom   Into my innerloom   Into my innerloom      All girls wear pink   Some are stained with ink   It's not sometimes I think   To want to be those girls      And I dove into my guts before   I'll never play the same way again   I'll try and call a lipstick boy   And ask where Charlotte sometimes went      The girl that grew   And no one knew   A space to chase   I sometimes flew   Into my innerloom   Into my innerloom   Into my innerloom