The moon is too scary to be real
Our hearts are too weary to feel
We might not make it after all
Cuts and bruises, fall after fall
To the death bed of hope we crawl
Might not make it at all
We wanted a wonderful home, but home is a long way to go
I hold on to your words when you said that you'll die trying
And once we thought we were in heaven
Now heaven's reserved for the dead
I hold on to your words when you said that you'll die trying
The moon is a long way to go
Our heart's on the doorstep of doom
The moon
Our hearts are too weary to feel
We might not make it after all
Cuts and bruises, fall after fall
To the death bed of hope we crawl
Might not make it at all
We wanted a wonderful home, but home is a long way to go
I hold on to your words when you said that you'll die trying
And once we thought we were in heaven
Now heaven's reserved for the dead
I hold on to your words when you said that you'll die trying
The moon is a long way to go
Our heart's on the doorstep of doom
The moon