Tell me, moon
Enlighten me, sir
How to become whole
Pinned a smiley face on my sleeve
But it knew not how
My ambition's worn
and will is torn
between obligation and belief
With indigo rust and pixie dust
there's a plum I should bleed
Now Mr. Moon, do you know
why I puzzle so?
Introspection's my diversion
Trying to find what's true
My ambition's worn
and will is torn
With indigo rust and pixie dust
There's a pin that I should bleed
