The sun may glorify the heavens, but he never sees the stars
we may illuminate the atmospheres but 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 our ruins in praise of how, in praise of how, 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 that's mine
what did you feel when you got there to be loved, to be loved is so divine
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