The first day the moon rose last I felt regret, I felt a hole The first day I lost it all... The first time we drowned out here The light went out, a blackness creeped The last time I felt like this... I think I'm losing sleep again I think I'm losing I think I'm falling I think I'm falling in love with this I think I'm dying I think I'm trying O' hallowed be thy name, fault of mine I follow you, I fall behind The heart still pines, the heart still Pines I think I'm losing sleep again I think I'm losing I think I'm falling I think I'm falling in love with this I'm dead on dying I'm dead on trying The virtue of the moon: It turns back, haunting Ashen shores, a will divine This thirst of mine I wanted more The virtue of the self: It prays for something else Another life, a wave of Bliss. I'm sick of this I wanted more I'd be better if I could just hold on I'd be better if I could let this go