I called it the moonsea,

It is a cruel dream,

At the end of my day your gravity reaches

Such a long way

Here in the moonsea,

It is a cruel dream,

Don't share your past, if you won't share your heart

All that we share is the view of these stars

There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back,

There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black?

I called it the moonsea

All the violence that I swore you could have back,

There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that

I called it the moonsea

It is a cruel dream,

From up so high, I can hardly decide,

If you're waving hello, or waving goodbye,

Here in the moonsea,

It is a cruel dream,

Don't share your past, if you won't share your heart

All that we share is the view of these stars

There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back,

There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black?

I called it the moonsea,

All the violence that I swore you could have back,

There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that

I called it the moonsea,

And I'll be in the back of your mind,

And I'll be at the front of the line,

And I'll be in the back of your mind,

And I'll be at the front of the line,

Waiting for you

There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back,

There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black?

All the violence that I swore you could have back,

There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that

I called it the moonsea,