The sun may glorify the heavens But he never sees the stars We may illuminate the atmospheres And still not know, Still not know who we are And the moon is a blind eye And the moon is a blind eye Is a blind eye We may dig amongst the rocks and stones To find a fragment of the past And we may consecrate our ruins In praise of how, In praise of how, of how they last And the moon is a blind eye And the moon is a blind eye Is a blind eye Did you see whilst you were looking Did you notice anything that's mine Did you feel when you got there To be loved, to be loved Is to be divine And the moon is a blind eye And the moon is a blind eye Is a blind eye Is a blind eye And the moon is a blind eye Is a blind eye