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