Moonsea

I called it...
(x3)
The Moonsea.
It is a cruel dream.
At the end of my day, your gravity reaches
Such a long way...
Here in the Moonsea.
It is a cruel dream.
Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart.
All that we share is the view of these stars.
There are diamonds on the floor, you can't take back.
There's an eyelash on that board, does she wear black?
I called it...
(x3)
All the violence that I swore you can have back,
There's red varnish on that door, I don't wear that.
I called it...
(x3)
The Moonsea.
It is a cruel dream.
From up so high, I can hardly decide,
If you're waving hello, or waving goodbye.
Here in the Moonsea.
It is a cruel dream.
Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart.
All that we share is the view of these stars.
There are diamonds on the floor, you can't take back.
There's an eyelash on that board, does she wear black?
I called it...
(x3)
All the violence that I swore you can have back,
There's red varnish on that door, I don't wear that.
I called it...
(x3)
And I'll be at the back of your mind.
I'll be at the front of the line.
(x2)
Waiting for you.
There are diamonds on the floor, you can't take back.
There's an eyelash on that board, does she wear black?
I called it...
(x3)
All the violence that I swore you could have back,
There's red varnish on that door, I don't wear that.
I called it...
(x3)
The Moonsea.