The moon is making rounds and rounds. the moon is making lots of sounds. it's coming crawling behind my head. it's following me wherever i stand.
i'm blessed i know it in my head, this moon is following my every step. she knows whenever i will cry and when i laugh i see her smile.
and i'll hide my face as i'm falling from grace. and i'm closing my eyes as i'm leaving paradise.

this yellow moon will haunt me to death. she knows that i have no time left. she thinks that i will not survive her scary look and her lullabies.
but i have my own moon in my head and by this one i'm always lead. i'll leave the true one far behind cause my own moon can teach me flying.