It's a lonely moon tonight
With all the stars hiding behind the clouds, like I do when you try to take a picture of me
Maybe I do that because I'm shy
Or maybe I do it because my lover belongs to another
And pictures fuck up affairs like ours
Tonight though, I'm not the stars hiding
I'm the moon, this lonely moon
Floating in thoughts of us
Our temporary thrilling affair that leave no trace
but a sweet memory
But tonight, sitting alone in my room while you are in the arms of your other.
I can tell, this is me.
Not the stars, the lonely moon.