It’s lost whatever magic songs it played
And now it’s just a night-light for the rats.
A whisper in a monstrously loud parade.
The sun is just a joker in the sky,
Sloppily stumbling into a grin.
Aware of the way it can magnify,
It shines bright, mocking the state I’m in.
But she is dancing with them both in time.
She skips little steps on the ocean blue.
And I am witness to an awful crime,
For both her hands are held by someone new.
So now the sun and moon hold painful keys.
Since she found him and lost her love for me.
