Nice to be at ground level
For a while at least
The clouds stop pressing
Against my eyes
Shrieking the question
I've already answered
I was the moon
While you were either
The earth or the sun
On my back
Larger than life
But perhaps we couldn't see
Except the stars
The orbit--
Mine or yours?
Around you or is it with me
That around we go
You have miscalculated my strength
I've hinted that I'm weak
I am persuaded by strength
And this time I found and lost some of mine
The orbit--
Mine or yours?
Around you or is it with me
That around we go?