Though the sound is burning in my head   My hands are also burning with the things I haven't said   Though I try to be good, I still fail      In my tainted efforts, all my skin becomes so pale   Threatens to leave me completely and fall back into space where it was born      Cold cool moon   You are my friend, don't die too soon   Though I seem worn, my ligaments are torn   I'd really love someone to take me home      Cold cool moon   I look to you, I look to you   I've got the blues, someone stole the laces from my shoes   Oh, let your white light be my pillow