I've been talking to the moon again
Didn’t think I'd be here so soon again
You’re off on your dreams and ambition
While I'm left here wishing
You’re thinking of lust and glory, I assume
As I sit here, talking to the moon
Talking to the moon
Talking to the moon
Talking to the moon
Talking - to - the - moon - again
I've been praying to the sun again
Looking for some fun
He’s sort of my shoulder to cry on
One thing I can really on
He leaves me cold, when the evenings come
But at the dawn, I'm praying to the sun
I'm praying to the sun
I'm praying to the sun again
I am walking in space
I am walking in space
Trying hard to trace
The outline of your face
