And the moons are the ones from yesterday
That the pain doesn't return
Her sorrows didn't travel
Nor did she tighten her belt
She didn't fight her wars
Nor vice versa, her vocation
Clearly, Clara didn't love me
She doesn't choose me and she wouldn't choose me
When May dies, I'll live my life
That you cried the night before last and today
That would go out of tune
Joy and disappointment
Clearly, Clara didn't love me
She doesn't choose me and she wouldn't choose me
When the sun falls, I'll live my life
Every so often I travel adrift
When I look at melancholy
And I remember when you laughed
Clearly, Clara didn't love me
She doesn't choose me and she wouldn't choose me
When Phoebus falls, I'll live my life