Finding Iris - We The Moon

Sun dies and the moon will rise Clothed in brilliant white, just like a bride upon her wedding day Oh see how bright she shines Lighting up the night, she shame the darkness with her radiance Borrowed light won’t satisfy her So she hides the sun behind herself Like the sun eclipsed by a foolish moon, We would take Your place and outshine You Painted in the sky, such a reckless coup We are, we are the moon Set high by the Great and Wise Grace the sky, a mirror to reflect but not to radiate Stars align and paths collide Sun behind, the canvas tears apart the picture fades away