The moon was ours,
To adore,
Crouched alone in the sheets,
Like some unholy ghost,
We have studied,
Every crater it had to offer,
The scars left by collisions,
Someone you love going away, forever,
And the light washed dull,
The colour of shame,
We were so silent,
In our isolation,
Someone you love, looking
To the same feeling,
Like I said, it was ours.