girl in the moon

is it the constancy of change, or this change in constancy, and there's a trial always on, and i can never see the judge's face, but i'm not haunted by the darkness anymore, i'm on my seventh life by now, but who is keeping score, the coals are still alive because the winds, they come and go, it's getting harder now to die, there's a candle burning bright, in the window across the road, there's a whole world in rotation, son, and the moon is embarrassed still, but she still shines on, and there is madness in her eyes, each year, a song for the undeserving tides, and it goes on and on, i'm under the bridge again, and the highway is quiet now, i wait for the trucks to pass me by, just to feel the vibrations, but i'm not haunted by the darkness anymore, i'm on my seventh life by now, but who is keeping score, the coals are still alive because the winds, they come and go, it's getting harder now to die, and the color of the headlights, bring perspective on the night, see i'm just waiting for something to happen here, it's getting harder now to see the girl in the moon, but she still shines on, and there is this madness in her eyes, each year, a song for the undeserving tides, and it goes on and on and on, on and on and on and on and on, on and on and on and on and on