House On The Moon by Tootawl Lyrics

I have become, the finger to the thumb
The Earth to the Sun, the plural to the one
I have seen things, wrongly crowned kings
Broken guitar strings, still the princess sings

Perched on a ledge, close to the edge
If she she should fall, who'll be there but I?

She's a closed book, too afraid to look
Down through the ages, she's flicking through the pages
Book on a shelf, shelf in a room
Room in a house, house on the moon