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 [bad word] 
 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 thats mine
 Did you feel when you got there
 To be loved, to be loved
 Is to be devine

 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