man on the moon

last night the moon watched the sea, as he looked so sad. his reflection told me the story, why he didn't speak a sound, and all to do is weep come down. i tried to ask him what he needs, moonlight paints my face. and when he turned and looked to me, still we never speak a sound, and all to do is weep come down. and when the up comes to an end, and all is last. the moon will lose his only friend, still we never speak a sound, and all to do is weep come down. no more words, lost in space, it's on his face, man on the moon.