Staring up at the moonlit sky, chilly and shivering
The stars shine like little fireballs of white
Phosphorous explosions of galaxies ignite
Illuminating the frosty and cold ink-black sky
Fireflies once congregated around these pine trees
Casting small shadows around the pine needles
That seems so long ago when I was lying on my back on this grassy hill
Tonight it’s different; I’m alone, lying on my back alone
Taking me back to those nights that we stayed there for hours
Just staring at the moon and wishing on falling stars
Then turn around and start counting the galaxies
Then we’d look at each other kiss, and embrace
Moments of the past and experiences that last
I remember many times crying into your shoulder
Now having no one there but myself, crying by myself
Now I stay here all night and think about the past
Looking up at this lunar eclipse represents shadows on my heart
Times when we were alone on “our hill” looking at the sky
Now I’m on “my hill” staring at this lonely sky
Tears run down my cheeks, these are the lonely times
