The Moon, Mary & Me

The roof of this building is floor twenty-three
Up here it’s just the Moon, Mary, and me
The red flashing lights are the only stars out tonight
Full Moon glowing white, you’re the only goddess in sight

Mary, you know you’re not really that pure
They dragged you through the dirt to put you up on that hill
Now you gaze up at the Moon, thinking you should be there
High above this city, suspended in air

Mary, you know you’d be dark on your own
You glow, but you owe that to Santiago
When the sun doesn’t shine, they turn on your spotlight
If only they’d look in the sky, they’d see you reflected in Her light

Floor twenty-three has a small swimming pool
But the only reflection I see is the Moon
Mary, you’re too far to touch, you’re too far to talk to
On a hill above this city, that’s where they trapped you