While the men craved for the moon...

and why do you stop me from saying
why do you tell me to stoop
and why do you feign greatness in lack of dreams

and when was the last time you thought
the last time you felt so human
and when was the day that you thought that we could leave


time will go by and the eagles take off
and i will just sit by the curb
and as i sit down on this hazy night
i felt the air around me disturbed


and why are the men so bent upon life
why do they die just to live
and is there a life that they assumed was present at all

and where were those wise men
who taught us to live
but left to lurk in the darkness by the light of day

and while i think of the greatness in you
things should just come to a stop
and when my mind is so full of noise
why do i hear your pin drop

and while the men flew and everything drowned
there is still a light air of truth
and while the men flew and tried to reach high
they all still crave for the moon