Does it ever get too much?
I get it if it does, but how am I supposed to know?
Getting caught up in my thoughts,
It’s not on you to be a saviour, 'cause that’s what I need.
I wish I was the moon,
So peacefull, and I'll enjoy the view.
'Cause we’re dancing along in a world gone wrong,
But at least I’ll be staring at you.
I’m sure you’ll be just fine,
Out of my control, and all I do is shine.
At night when you come home from work,
Does it ever feel like dirt when you’re swimming through all of my thoughts?
I wish I was the moon,
So peaceful, and I’ll enjoy the view.
'Cause we’re dancing along in a world gone,
But at least I’ll be staring at you.
Hmmmm,
I wish I was the moon.