It's two o-clock am
and I'm on my knees
praying, please, amen
to a god I don't believe
the poison fills my skin
but i'd like to die
my lifeline's running thin
shocking opened eyes
and you're my antedote
so much more than
anything I wrote
from my tear filled pen
you're too many miles away
to hear my screams
too far from where I lay
to do anything
so now I'll finally go
floating to the sky
dear moon, I'm coming home
across the dark, I fly
