Watching the moon, hanging from your doom I'd like to know, where did you go? You're head's in a noose, hanging from a truce Made so long ago, that you'll never know You're feelings are loose, untouched by the truth Watching from your shelf, I don't care for your health. You're head's in a noose, hanging from a truce Made so long ago, that you'll never know You're feelings are loose, untouched by the truth Watching from your shelf, I don't care for your health Watching the moon, hanging from your doom I'd like to know, where did you go? You're head's in a noose, hanging from a truce Made so long ago, that you'll never, you'll never know.