New Moon

Said the daughter to the mother, the son to the father,
Beware the fleeting heart whose home is not your home.
This face, so wet and wild, shines in your eyes, all meek and mild,
But love's an illusion, for all hearts long to roam.

Beware the love we sank in - we have no cause for thanking,
All it brings is jealousy and envy
And a glass half empty.

Said the lover to the lover, the one to the other,
Beware the fleeting heart whose home is not your home,
We flow for passion's sake on riverbeds about to break,
But love's an illusion, for all hearts long to roam.

Beware the love we sank in - we have no cause for thanking,
Watching as it casts a cloud on every greeting,
Eyes never meeting.

Restless, breathless, faithless
This journey's restless, breathless, faithless
This love is restless, breathless, faithless.

Said the dead to the living, every breath is unforgiving,
Beware the twisting vine whose home is not your home.
This life is just a story, there is no path to glory,
For death's no illusion and all hearts cease to roam.

Farewell the endless rover, I feel the journey's over,
Feels like a new moon with all this waning, all things returning,
With all this waning, all things returning.

Restless, breathless, faithless
This journey's restless, breathless, faithless
This love is restless, breathless, faithless.