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