Dangling from your cold dark sky, a pretty one Strings upon my brittle back you're holding em But she's nothing but a magazine, simple queen Windy city dream in my head Why we always singing bout the moon? The moon she doesn't keep us warm Doesn't turn the night to dawn She just hides behind the sun But we all sing about the moon Cause she's the pretty one She's pulling all those waves in me, the pretty one To the depths of all my darkest seas she's haunting em But she only shows her waning eye, won't turn and face to mine When I'm calling out Why we always singing 'bout the moon? The moon she doesn't keep us warm Doesn't turn the night to dawn She just hides behind the sun But we all sing about the moon Cause she's the pretty one I'm cold, dark, and afraid I need the light you never gave But nothing seems to change Cut all those strings from off of me She's pulling all those waves in me, in me Oh I need fire, fire, fire, fire, fire Oh I need fire, fire, fire, fire, fire And the light of day