Christine Andreas
The Moon's A Harsh Mistress
See her how she fliesGolden sails across the skyClose enough to touchBut careful if you tryThough she looks as warm as goldThe moon's a harsh mistressThe moon can be so coldOnce the sun did shineLord, it felt so fineThe moon a phantom roseThrough the mountains and the pinesAnd then the darkness fellAnd the moon's a harsh mistressIt's so hard to love her wellI fell out of her eyesI fell out of her heartI fell down on my faceYes, I did, and I -- I tripped and I missed my starGod, I fell and I fell alone, I fell aloneAnd the moon's a harsh mistressAnd the sky is made of stoneThe moon's a harsh mistressShe's hard to call your own.
From Letras Mania