Sing of the Moon

I've always been told we hold black holes inside
 ♪
 They know from the start that every star must die
 ♪
 It seems too convenient to lose track of time
 ♪
 Now that you're gone, will my orbit unwind?
 ♪
 What northern wind blew us into the street?
 ♪
 And what fatal one will we all someday meet?
 ♪
 Swept into a palace with no sign of a king
 ♪
 No court for us jesters, but we like to
 Sing of the moon as it sometimes gets shy
 Running from lovers through starry-eyes skies
 Morning comes quick bringing tragic goodbyes
 But nothing ever really does, right?
 ♪
 Someone's lighting candles all over my floor
 ♪
 And placed "holy of holies" through every door
 ♪
 But who are our doubts said to?
 Some half of the evening knew
 Of listening ears, long withdrew
 So we sing of the moon and the face that it hides
 Shining just half of its truth to our skies
 But bring me the sun that gives it all its light
 I don't want to just wait to die
 Alright