So I saw the angel girl
Hanging her wings at the door
Tired from the windy chill
Guilt has forced her to land
"I no longer know" she said
"The way to fly myself home"

May it all [bad word] familiar to us all.. 
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon

She's so vain, she's dreaming of
Funerals [bad word] 
It's the part of the movie where
You can't help but close your eyes
social butterfly retreats
Back to it's cocoon

Surely this will be familiar to us all
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon..
New moon