Don't close your eyes. Or I might drift away. Under the night. My image bends its shape. I'll be written on the wind. Like in every sailoer's dreams. Heading for the moon. I reach out (echoes). My pulse begins to race (echoes). The crashing sounds. Of fears I've never faced. Let them echo off these waves. With thoughts as brave as they once were. Heading for the moon. And look. How we write. Over the white. Shadows may chase from behind. But just put them out of your mind oh. Heading for the moon. Don't close your eyes. Or I might drift away. Under the night. Of never ending shapes. I'll be wishing off the blue. I'll still wanna send my stars. Heading for the moon. And look. How we write. Over the white. Shadows may chase from behind. But just put them out of your mind oh. Heading for the moon. Ha ha. Heading for the Moon. So don't close your eyes. Heading for the Moon. Over the white. Your shadows may chase from behind. You might just put them out of your mind. Heading for the Moon.