Sing of the Moon

I've always been told we hold black holes inside

They know from the start that every star must die

It seems too convenient to lose track of time

Now that you're gone, will my orbit unwind?

What northern wind blew us into the street?

And what fatal one will we all someday meet?

Swept into a palace with no sign of a king

No court for us jesters, but we like to

Sing of the moon as it sometimes gets shy
Running from lovers through starry-eyes skies
Morning comes quick bringing tragic goodbyes
But nothing ever really does, right?

Someone's lighting candles all over my floor

And placed "holy of holies" through every door

But who are our doubts said to?
Some half of the evening knew
Of listening ears, long withdrew

So we sing of the moon and the face that it hides
Shining just half of its truth to our skies
But bring me the sun that gives it all its light
I don't want to just wait to die
Alright