Jealous of the moon

I'm jealous of the moon.

She stares through your window every night.

When you’re lying in your room.

When you’re sleeping and you turn out the lights. 

She stares at you for hours.

And hours turn to days.

Despite all her powers.

She can turn the tide but she just can’t turn away.

I’m jealous of the sun.

He touches you and warms you with His light.

Even though he comes undone.

And blushes when he leaves your side at night. 

He stares at you for hours.

And hours turn to days.

Despite all his powers.

He turns night to light but he just can’t turn away.

And the sun’s confused cause he is used to long to hold the moon.

But since you were born his heart is torn longing to be close to you.

But just like you and I.

They float on through the sky.

Blinded by the weather and momentum keeping them apart.
They both wanna cry.
But they just get by.

With the light they send each other from the heart.

They stare at you for hours.

And hours turn to days.

Despite all their powers.

They keep you alive but they just can’t turn away.

I can relate to the Son.

He reaches for you every way He can.

For you He’d come undone.

Leave it all and become just a man.

He reaches out for hours.

Those hours turn to days.

Despite all His powers.

He turns death to life but he just can’t turn away.

For Miriam.