If you were the moon, I think you'd still pull the tide.

The ones that start tsunamis.

If you were the moon, i think you'd still light up my nights.

Only with the help of the sun.

If you were the moon, you would have loved for you with desire.

The kind that keeps the fire lit.

But if you were the moon, i think it would burn.

The sun that you chase and will never meet,
still rises in the east and puts you to rest.