Sun dies and the moon will rise
Clothed in brilliant white
Just like a bride upon her wedding day
Oh see how bright she shines
Lighting up the night
She shame the darkness with her radiance
Borrowed light won’t satisfy her
So she hides the sun behind herself
Like the sun eclipsed by a foolish moon
We would take your place and outshine
You painted in the sky, such a reckless coup
We are, we are the moon
Set high by the great and wise
Grace the sky
A mirror to reflect but not to radiate
Stars align and paths collide
Sun behind, the canvas tears apart
The picture fades away
