Because the moon doesn't exist.
wonder why the moon doesn't
just drown the sounds from my mother's bedroom
the wailing of a restless soul
and the man that makes the night seem endless
they never stop
they never seem to quit
i am too close to listen
and i end up going through the sounds.
they travel
it's hopeless to admit
i can hear the different language
hitting each other hard on their faces
and i am honesty at my wits end
she says she has wasted her years
she says she had wasted her days.
i say to myself that i have wasted my nights
listening when i could of been praying
for a better home
but god doesn't listen
he never seems to listen
and i seem to have no one behind my back
watching me
and i am utterly alone
desperate for sounds that can be accepted.
and this is how i spend my nights
awake and feigning to be dead
or something that the moon can accept
because sometimes the moon seems to not exist.
just drown the sounds from my mother's bedroom
the wailing of a restless soul
and the man that makes the night seem endless
they never stop
they never seem to quit
i am too close to listen
and i end up going through the sounds.
they travel
it's hopeless to admit
i can hear the different language
hitting each other hard on their faces
and i am honesty at my wits end
she says she has wasted her years
she says she had wasted her days.
i say to myself that i have wasted my nights
listening when i could of been praying
for a better home
but god doesn't listen
he never seems to listen
and i seem to have no one behind my back
watching me
and i am utterly alone
desperate for sounds that can be accepted.
and this is how i spend my nights
awake and feigning to be dead
or something that the moon can accept
because sometimes the moon seems to not exist.