She’s falling out of love with me
And why’ll remain a mystery
Now God knows what lies between her thighs
Have you seen the moon tonight?

Have you seen the moon tonight?
Judging everyone in sight
Yeah, it’s over but don’t say a word
I’ve been falling out of love with her

Your ribs will soon be like a bloody wooden bead loom
With my lungs strewn across it’s strings
My voice will crack
And I’ll never, never ever get it back
But at least, you’ll have a pretty new pair of earrings