Like Neil Armstrong was the first man on the moon, I was the first man on your lips, Flying like an owl at noon I will still feel them in space. That sweet taste of your tongue Will stick to me until I drop dead. Stupid and dumb thoughts come to my head When I think of your close eyes, Staring steadily at nothing,
Gravity is non existent And I feel like we are dropping Miles over miles, Of forgotten words, Kilometers of memories, Kisses I didn’t give you Hugs I have missed And like the man on the moon, We got old and cold, I miss your touch, I miss your closed eyes, Your eyelashes, Your nose racing to hug mine
I miss those moments, Just like Neil misses the shadow of earth,
Time teaches us to love, To give into the unknown I haven’t heard your voice In so long Im starting to think you don’t talk, Do we talk anymore? More and more I’ve noticed, How the moon was so tempting,