What if she went away? To the moon? To be the moon of someone else Anybody else I suppose she was never mine But ours, all intertwined One day she seemed smaller And after, she stood a little less taller Until she was gone And nothing but a distant light You mistake for an airplane And you still wonder If out there she's closer to someone else? So you remember All of her splendor And her gestures so tender And you know you can't bend her