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