“See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But 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
Lord, it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
the moon’s a harsh mistress
It’s so hard to love her well
I fell out of his eyes
I fell out of his heart
I fell down on my face
I tripped and I missed my stars
I fell and fell alone
And the moon’s a harsh mistress
the skies are made of stone
The moon’s a harsh mistress
She’s hard to call your own”
Performance, video, edit
by Louis Durra
(Creative Commons w/Attribution)