I want to be on the moon
because everything is gray
and I will feel lighter

I won't have to see you anymore
In the ugly fluorescent light
looking through me
reminding me that you don't care

My heart used to pound and shake
vibrating like the sound of your voice
But I don't hear you anymore

Only clouds will know
how I drift away
Take me to the moon! I shout
But the mud around my feet is
pulling me in

Now if you wanted to hear my voice
I would give you a tree to plant
and pretend that it is me
Whatch is grow like you
wanted me to.

Il watch from the moon.