I could be more like the moon every night
If you could be more like the wind
You could bend trees and I'd be the light
By which you would circle the grid
Together we
We'll cross the nightsky
To crash and burn
Our way to exile
We could be more of a wish than a plea
With less memory than a liar
With no need to chase clues cause there is no crime
In wishing that we could be tighter
Together we
We'll cross the nightsky
To crash and burn
Our way to exile
And we can talk all about
All of the things
That we know that we oughtta
Do, but we are like the moon and the wind
They might wane but not falter
They're forever after.