Sanoja: Jesus Jones. Already. Man on The Moon.

I never wrote a book
Like the ones I like to read
'Cos aiming for the stars
Well, it brings me to my knees

I thought I handled sin
When it was sin that handled me
When I thought I saw the light
I couldn't see the wood for the trees

There's a man on the moon
And he says that he's not coming down
But he's thinking of you
Every time the world spins around

I could never eat enough
So I bit the hand that fed
Always talked too much
But most was left unsaid

I lost friends and influenced no one
Announced the ending before it was over
Fought accusations that I was jaded
But I look at the stars and know their lights already faded