The moon always turned its back on us
What humans must become
I will create a city
Wouldn’t you like to know?
What humans must become
One by one
Wouldn’t you like to know?
A void from the heart down
One by one
I can only be true to what is known
A void from the heart down
Hands wanting to stroke what is rough.
I can only be true to what is known
I will create a city
Hands wanting to stroke what is rough.
The moon always turned its back on us