I asked the moon
And the sun doesn’t know about it
I showed her my burns
And the moon made fun of me
And as the sky didn’t look too bright
And I wasn’t healing
I said to myself, How unfortunate
And the moon made fun of me
(Chorus)
I asked the moon
If you still wanted me
She told me ‘I’m not in the habit
Of dealing with cases like this’
And you and I
We were so sure
And we’d tell each other at times
It was just an affair
And it wouldn’t last
I have nothing much to tell you
And nothing much to make you laugh
As I always expect the worst
And the best hurts me
(Chorus)