The moon is a tomb
It holds our souls that loom
Like purgatory, stuck in the waiting room
Thinking we will get called on soon
Our lucky break doesn’t come and the clock strikes noon

Up above, the sun blasts bright
Oh how it’s such a sight
It’s half time now
Don’t throw in the towel
Not just yet
We still haven’t met

For we shall meet under the moon, not the sun
When we’re sad, not having fun
The moon is our grace
The moon has a face
Half mine, half yours
The two come together and a tear pours
Down your side of our face
And up my side, it falls into place

The raw emotion I can feel
It is now mine, it is real
Sharing and caring
Our souls are pairing
Pleasure and pain
Sun and rain
We are the same