Talking To the Moon

Sometimes, when I'm alone In the middle of the night I look up at that twilight zone With the stars' glistening light When I look at them, I think of you But when I think of you, my thoughts are blue Because of all the troubles that we went through You were something I couldn't bear to lose I hate this feeling, of deep chartrusse Can we go back to the white pastel of the moon? Do you miss that feeling, like I do? Are you horribly suffering too? I am insane; this is terribly true For I spend my nights, talking to the moon