62 Moons

I know the veil is thin And I might find you there You have 62 moons And you pull them to you It's cold but I don't mind I'm accustomed to ice The asphalt in between Crumbling in my hands Lit by a neon moon A sorry substitute It's cold but I don't mind I'm accustomed to ice Do you hold a candle Even briefly in your mind? What made it all worthwhile? Do you still hold a candle for me? Bound by chains to the past Heavy as we fade to black Fade to black Fade to black Fade to black Fade to black