The Collection - Sing Of The Moon Lyrics

I've always been told we hold black holes inside
That know from the start that every star must die
It seems too convenient to lose track of time
But now that you're gone will my orbit unwind?

What northern wind blew us into the street?
And what fatal one will we all someday meet?
Swept into a palace with no sign of a king
No court for us jesters, but we like to

Sing of the moon as it sometimes gets shy
Running from lovers through starry-eyed skies
Morning comes quick, bringing tragic goodbyes
Nothing ever really dies, right?

Someone's lighting candles all over my floor
And placed holies of holies through every door
But who are our doubts said to?
Some half of the evening knew of listening ears long withdrew

So we sing of the moon and the face that it hides
Shining just half of its truth to our skies
Bring me the sun that gives it all its light
I don't wanna just wait to die
Alright

Alright, alright