the sun may glorify the heavens
but he never sees the stars
we may illuminate the atmospheres
still not know
still not know
who we are
and the moon
is a blind eye
we may dig amonst the rocks and stones
to find a fragment of the past
we may consecrate our ruins
in praise of how
praise of how
how they last
and the moon
is a blind eye
did you see whilst you were looking
did you notice anything that's mine
what did you feel when you got there
to be loved
to be loved
is to be divine
and the moon
is a blind eye
is a blind eye...
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