Dried Up Rivers of the Moon

My eyes I think
Are much too dry
Much too dry
Why can't I cry

Dried out by
The fair moonlight
So far off
I'm filled with fright

But why does the moon
Dry my eyes so
Why can't it just dim
And let my tears flow

Or at least draw closer
And cry there with me
And lye there with me
On the shore of her sea

That vast black sea
Residing above
That vast cold see
With more room for love