Walking on the Moon
A stolen radio,And a boring sunrise; we’re surrounded by darkness and an uncertain proof.
People are like prisoners with their shackles on,Gathering cheap love that’s scattered all about.
An incomplete formula; an empty heart; an unfinished painting.
Two life forms walk on the moon,As dreams and curtain calls fight for superiority.Two life forms walk on the moon,As far and distant memories threaten to disappear.Two life forms walk on the moon,Like intertwined wires… an unreal blueprint.
The after-image in the distance begins to quiver,And the sun goes down for the second time on memories and conflicts.Tonight, the light of the moon is shimmering,As it spins around a rusted globe.
The present we turned our eyes from and the future that was stolen from us,Keep spinning onward, just like that heavenly body.When the last precious part of us ran away,All that was left was a poignant sympathy.
The after-image in the distance begins to quiver,And the sun goes down for the fifth time on memories and conflicts.Tonight, the light of the moon is shimmering,As it spins around a rusted globe.