I noticed the moon was hanging on a wire, right before it swung down from the sky Dangling right before my eyes, I grabbed it ******, the worthless thing is plastic And the stars are just the glowing eyes of strangers, telling me they're pleased to meet me
Swinging my arms through the night's sky, I get covered in ink Black and blue on my skin from the thoughts that I think The galaxies are writing stories on my flesh and singing songs into my mind for only my insides to hear The lyrics are vocalized in a multitude of languages, pitches, and tones And I feel sick now
I keep hearing your voice in the night when I look to the sky and I stare at the light The sun has no place here, no meaning at all She must stay hidden away and only seen when she's wanted Winter is my favorite time of year because the nights are always longer
The funny thing about this is that my dad hated winter because the days were too short... It was one of few ways we were opposites.