The Man on the Moon Can Sometimes Cry

I watch the tears fall from the sky
The man on the moon can sometimes cry
And the night folds into my soul
The day is gone, having taken its toll

Candle flame
I trace my name
Along the reaches of you heart
Where I knew from the start

I always go for the little things
The tiny bells that barely ring
The hurts you thought no one knew
I can feel too

Any door closed makes me curious
Don't tell me where I can't go—makes me furious
And the darkness can always tell how the candle likes to burn
In every little tear, there's something new to learn

And don't walk away from one more try
The man on the moon can sometimes cry
But no one bothers to stop and see
Except maybe me