Now I know how the moon feels
So empty, so deserted
Chasing the hottest thing in the world and not reaching it.
Spins round and round, day by day, still nowhere.
Relationship full of ups and downs
Trying to meet the light but when the sun's up, the moon goes down
Ripped jeans, ripped heart.
But the sound of your voice happens to be a tailor
Sewing up the reap in my chest.
Thanks for it all.