My brain turns to dust
My friends feeling touched
Their hard work paid of
Killed by my own trust

Their little group of four
Forever and ever more
I have a feeling
That i'm being left behind

I loved the way you loved me
But i hate the way you cared
Your

If the Moon could talk to the Sun
Whould he hate her?
Or whould he love her?
Tell me, lover

If a sunrise had eyes
Would she see her view
The way we do
The way you look at me

Tell me, do you like the way I worry?
Or should I just leave you alone?

Trus

Falling for her whispers
Listening to wind carry along her tune
Silently disrupting
The house is cold
The evening is maroon

Falling for her whispers
Underneath the shining trees
The pale blood Moon
The evening is maroon

And if you should be watching
I

You whisper a lie in my ear every morning
I'm mourning the sound of his cries saying
Tell me you love me, even if it’s only a lie

I wake each morning reciting the lines
That seep from my sleep in my mind
He tells me he loves me, even if it’s only in dreams

Oh, the Sun