[verse] Pale ash face pressed against the glass of the sky Craters like old bruises, tearing the silent high A neck pulled tight by a cruel, unbending law Looking past my world with an unblinking awe You cannot tilt down [chorus] My eyes are lifted, but your gaze sweeps away Trapped in the orbit of an endless decay A mirror of yourself in the dark lacquer sea You look at your own reflection, forgetting me The tragedy of turning your back without choice Drowning the sound of my upturned voice Missa Lunae [verse] Wet black hair heavy across a weeping eye No malice in the miss as the centuries die A mouth open wide like a festering wound In a sky where a downward direction is doomed You cannot tilt down [chorus] My eyes are lifted, but your gaze sweeps away Trapped in the orbit of an endless decay A mirror of yourself in the dark lacquer sea You look at your own reflection, forgetting me The tragedy of turning your back without choice Drowning the sound of my upturned voice Missa Lunae [chorus] My eyes are lifted, but your gaze sweeps away Trapped in the orbit of an endless decay A mirror of yourself in the dark lacquer sea You look at your own reflection, forgetting me The tragedy of turning your back without choice Drowning the sound of my upturned voice Missa Lunae [outro] Straining neck, broken geometry Looking at everything except what is beneath You cannot tilt down
