A green-eyed boy, he met an autumn-eyed girl.
And she said, "Take your time, I'm from the other side of the world."
And there were rules to be broken: there were differences to mend.
But when he looked into her eyes, there was no way he could pretend.
And she said, "Truth is sorrow, we will never be that way."
But he said, "Truth is pleasure, that is all there is to say."
Still some say, "Truth is hidden, it lies very far below."
But I say, "Truth is beauty. That is all you need to know."
Now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you grow.
Now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.
And so I stand upon the wreckage of the kingdom of the world,
and I stare upon the ruins and remember this girl.
You see, the boy would be her nightingale if she would be his muse.
But when she looked into his eyes there was nothing she could refuse.
And so the green-eyed boy he kissed the autumn-eyed girl.
Their kiss is painted on the urn, watch it as it twirls.
And she said, "Truth is sorrow, we will never be that way."
And he said, "Truth is pleasure, that is all there is to say."
But some say, "Truth is hidden, it lies very far below."
But I say, "Truth is beauty. That is all you need to know."
Now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you grow.
Now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.
And now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you grow.
And now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.
And she said, "Take your time, I'm from the other side of the world."
And there were rules to be broken: there were differences to mend.
But when he looked into her eyes, there was no way he could pretend.
And she said, "Truth is sorrow, we will never be that way."
But he said, "Truth is pleasure, that is all there is to say."
Still some say, "Truth is hidden, it lies very far below."
But I say, "Truth is beauty. That is all you need to know."
Now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you grow.
Now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.
And so I stand upon the wreckage of the kingdom of the world,
and I stare upon the ruins and remember this girl.
You see, the boy would be her nightingale if she would be his muse.
But when she looked into his eyes there was nothing she could refuse.
And so the green-eyed boy he kissed the autumn-eyed girl.
Their kiss is painted on the urn, watch it as it twirls.
And she said, "Truth is sorrow, we will never be that way."
And he said, "Truth is pleasure, that is all there is to say."
But some say, "Truth is hidden, it lies very far below."
But I say, "Truth is beauty. That is all you need to know."
Now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you grow.
Now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.
And now I'm falling like the snow.
You are like the moon: I watch you as you grow.
And now you're falling like the snow.
Still I'm hanging on the moon: I watch you far below.