She always hushed me to sleep
when charcoal skies grew flame
I never saw what happened to her,
She never knew what I became

Trapped in darkness, the moon
burning herself by day, the sea
but by the cool light of twilight,
we were as peaceful as can be.

There were days she could see me,
and days she felt alone, nowhere to run
soon the sea grew weary of the game
soon she introduced herself to the sun

They fell in love, the sun and sea.
And by the warm light of morning,
they were as peaceful as can be.
No regard at all for me.

In the end, she preferred the warmth
of the sun,
rather than the quiet pull
of the moon.