see her how she flies
golden sails across the skies
close enough to touch
careful if you try
though she looks as warm as gold
the moon's a harsh mistress
the moon can be so cold

once the sun did shine
and lord it felt so fine
the moon, a phantom rose
through the mountains and the pines
and then the darkness fell
and the moon's a harsh mistress
it's so hard to love her well

i fell out of her eyes
i fell out of her heart
i fell down on my face
i tripped and missed my star
god i fell, and i fell alone
and the moon's a harsh mistress
and the sky is made of stone

the moon's a harsh mistress
yes she is
she's so hard to call your own