The pull tearing the thoughts of the moon,
the sun won\'t tell me if I will see you soon.
Longer days, brighter nights the blinding scene,
you disappear, return, no word of where you\'ve been.
She hides you from my views view of the darkened sky,
when I ask she smiles and tells an elaborate lie.
The glow the shine the intrigue that comfort me,
where are you my moon for me to love and see.