See her how she flies. Golden sails across the sky. She's close enough to touch but 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; Good Lord, it felt so fine. The moon, a phantom, rose Through the mountains and the pines, And then the darkness fell. The moon's a harsh mistress, It's 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 start. God, I fell and fell alone. The moon's a harsh mistress. She's hard to call your own.