Harsh Moon

Fury erupts as anger takes hold, scour the mind, lost in your own
A passing memory, a fleeting cry
Girl in the garden, pearl of the eye
You want to talk about love, let's talk about second best
You want to copy the Moon, you better lay your Suns to rest
Roots laid over miles, you think you're too thick to cut
You've grown empty in smiles, I am your sun, I am your drought