I have little left to spoil you
And that the wind carries everything away
Your gaze is fading
And that time heals everything
And that the moon is made of cheese
I think I hear your voice in my corral
I don't want to be alive, nor dead either
Standing before you I couldn't react
You kept fading like a memory
Because I feel that it's not true
My gaze is drying up
I want to be able to let go
And that the moon is made of cheese
I think I hear your voice in my corral
I don't want to be alive, nor dead either
Standing before you I couldn't react
You kept fading like a memory