I saw pieces of you you'd never 

show in the moonlight

time and time again

but when the sun rises

I know you'll lie to my face

and say you've never known me

so when the sun sets

 I will ask the moon 

how it feels to be shrouded 

with darkness every night

and still not cry tears in the form 

of thunderstorms

so when the sun sets tonight

I will ask the moon 

how it feels to love again