I hear the moon singing hanged in the sky Her tune falls swinging through winter's night She says: "come here I'll clean your wounds with starlight, in where I live there is no ruin, no greed, no anger..." Then I picked up a chair and I picked up a ladder and I fell and I fell... Below where I started I was asked to walk but I am crawling begging you to leave the earth without me Blind, across the silver desert while the wind blows my brain to visit places I once was Her voice is weaker every night and it is hard to hear the sweetest cynical lullaby Then I picked up a chair and I picked up a ladder and I fell and I fell... Below where I started Then I stepped every rock and I climbed up the mountains to built up a tower but the day came again and collapsed all with light I was asked to talk but I am howling begging you to leave the earth without me