Eyeshot

I'll try to talk But I have too much to say I won't sit With all of these chairs in my way I couldn't rest in your bed Cause I haven't slept for days I don't need your help, But I'll use you anyway

Well now, you've really lost your mind I'll still be here, up and high

Hail, to the Moon To hell with you, my friend For being so simple For being so free For being so far away

I couldn't wish for tears From your well of drought I shouldn't have to bleed When you thrist is inside out I shouldn't have to freeze Without the snow about I wouldn't be on my knees If I tried not to trip out, trip out now

Well, now you've really lost your mind But I'll still meet you there, up and high

Hail, to the Moon To hell with you, my friend For being so simple For being so free For being so far away, far away...

I'm running to the moon.

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