Though the sound is burning in my headnMy hands are also burning with the things I haven't saidnThough I try to be good, I still failnnIn my tainted efforts, all my skin becomes so palenThreatens to leave me completely and fall back into space where it was bornnnCold cool moonnYou are my friend, don't die too soonnThough I seem worn, my ligaments are tornnI'd really love someone to take me homennCold cool moonnI look to you, I look to younI've got the blues, someone stole the laces from my shoesnOh, let your white light be my pillow