Bitter Moon

I keep a cannon in my bedroom
For shooting secrets to the moon
Although I know they'll never reach her
I still pretend she'll read them soon

I wear a darkened mask at night time
I paint it this way so no one sees
Because the air around me is too thick now
Sometimes I find it hard to breathe

I sit alone in my own prison. I wonder where the answers lie
The bitter moon above me scowling. I think of all the men she's seen die
Sometimes I hear their cannons blasting
And then I know I'm not alone.
Since her heart is made of cold rocks
That's when I know I'm not the only one she's stoned