The water comes down from the sky
As though the moon cries
Like it's been hurt
Like nothing will work
Like all she says
Just sounds dead
Maybe he won't listen to her
Maybe she won't say it to him
Maybe she cries out for help
But no one will hear
Or is it all said with that single tear
I think they need to talk about it
I think they need to listen
They might be able to figure out whats wrong
If they would just hear the others song
Talk about their love
Talk about their hate
Figure out what's going to make this break
Or be great
Let out their feelings
Let out their souls
But you know it will all go unsaid
And when there morning comes
The moon will be dead
 
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