كلمات The Moon

Sometimes, when my throat is empty I look at the Moon, thinking: Isn't that so pretty? 'Cause I know I'll be home soon And when I'm fading quickly, the longest day is done What I have placed to get to, for my work has only just begun And guarding me from elegantly decomposing Is the silver quiet thought that someplace else you've chosen That same empty moment to watch the Moon with me That same frozen shadow while you're waiting patiently And I will look out above me, and I'll think: Isn't that pretty? Isn't that so pretty? 'Cause I know I'll be home soon So we can share the Moon Isn't that so pretty? 'Cause I know I'll be home soon So we can share the Moon Moon