Off to the moon in cement shoes we fly
And this is the art of getting by
We let loose our flaws, and worries subside
Our guardian angels are put on standby
As slippery hands and limp tongues arrive
At a place in this hell one could call paradise
Dear fountain of mercy, keep us alive against
The unforgiving vengeance of the night
Just let it last, just let it glide
Underneath stars that fade with daylight