The Moon Is A Blind Eye

The sun may glorify the heavens

But he never sees the stars

We may illuminate the atmospheres

And still not know,

Still not know who we are

And the moon is a blind eye

And the moon is a blind eye

Is a blind eye

We may dig amongst the rocks and stones

To find a fragment of the past

And we may consecrate our ruins

In praise of how,

In praise of how, of how they last

And the moon is a blind eye

And the moon is a blind eye

Is a blind eye

Did you see whilst you were looking

Did you notice anything that's mine

Did you feel when you got there

To be loved, to be loved

Is to be divine

And the moon is a blind eye

And the moon is a blind eye

Is a blind eye

Is a blind eye

And the moon is a blind eye

Is a blind eye