See her how she flies
Golden sails across the skies
Close enough to touch
Be careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon's a harsh missed trace
The moon can be so cold
Once a song did shine
Lord it felt so fine
The moon of phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then their darkness fell
The moon's a harsh men trees
It's hard to love
Her will
I feel all of his eyes
Feel all of his heart
I fell down on my face
I tripped and missed my stars
I feel and feel alone
The moons are harsh men astray
The skies are made of stone
The moons that are harsh and missed dreams
It's hard to call your own
