Though the sound is burning in my head
My hands are also burning with the things I haven't said
Though I try to be good, I still fail
In my tainted efforts, all my skin becomes so pale
Threatens to leave me completely and fall back into space where it was born
Cold cool moon
You are my friend, don't die too soon
Though I seem worn, my ligaments are torn
I'd really love someone to take me home
Cold cool moon
I look to you, I look to you
I've got the blues, someone stole the laces from my shoes
Oh, let your white light be my pillow