Up in the night sky there’s a second moon.
It’s clear as a star but covered in moss.
The kind of world it’s become where the words just rumble on.
One thing is for sure: this isn’t the world I came from.
One thing is for sure: this wasn’t the world I came for.
Climb up the ladder. Come, stare up with me…see farther up
Farther up in the sky, see? A moon covered in moss
One thing is for sure: this isn’t the world I came from.
One thing is for sure: this wasn’t the world we were supposed to come to
Wrap my body in a cocoon
Let the little people do it
Let it glow in a neon hue
While we all stare at the moon.
One thing is for sure…
This isn’t you
This is not me
This is not the world we came for
Wrapped up in the sky, a moss covered moon.
Wrapped in your eyes, a cocoon of you and me.
Wrapped in the arms of this world, a moss covered moon.
That’s the one sure thing.
Nicolas Isaksson Palacios 