A new moon: fragile as glass same as the lastnA new night: waits for you now, in back of your house. nnWhat's better than being the first?nnAnd armies of the dead will fadenIn rear view mirrors displaynthe city lights will never love you backnAnd if the firmament above nshould crash his weight upon the earthnWell, we wont go without a fightnnWhat's better than being the first?nnA new love: Catastrophe set courting the endnA new king; you get the rope, i'll write the note.