Шрамы луны

You flick the ash on the white window sill.
Three in the morning. The city stands still.
We look for ideals, like someone recalls
The look of the world before the walls.
The mirror is lying, it says we are clean,
But I see your shadow, shaking within.
We’re so afraid to be actors and play
In a drama where night never turns into day.


Let defenses fall.
No one here to fight.
Even outer space
Isn’t smooth and white.

Припев
Look up at the cold, at the dust and the gray,
Where the white mask hides the craters away.
If even the heavens have cracks in the stone,
Why are we scared to be flesh and bone?
We’re not broken china, we’re maps of the war.
And tonight we are lit by
The scars of the moon.
The scars of the moon.


Static shocks sting when you’re close to me.
Don't say "I'm sorry," let the silence be.
I read you like books, and I see it all—
The same kind of chaos that answers my call.
Perfection is boring, it's plastic and cheap,
A window for those who are falling asleep.
Let's tear up the gloss, let's ruin the fake,
The mold that they used just to force us to break.


Let defenses fall.
Let the image fade.
Beauty’s only found
In the mess we made.

Припев
Look up at the cold, at the dust and the gray,
Where the white mask hides the craters away.
If even the heavens have cracks in the stone,
Why are we scared to be flesh and bone?
We’re not broken china, we’re maps of the war.
And tonight we are lit by
The scars of the moon.


The light falls askew.
On the cracks in the view.
We are so unrefined.
We are so... undefined.
Let them see, let them stare—
In the dark, bare and rare,
There is space for me there.

Припев
If even the heavens have cracks in the stone,
Why are we scared to be flesh and bone?
We’re not broken china, we’re maps of the war.
And tonight we are lit by...
(Music cuts out abruptly)
The scars of the moon.


Just the scars.
Just us.