Blessed is the man who does prevail,
doomed are the peacemakers when they fail,
if hope springs eternal it never does here,
I guess I lost all my hope last year.
I tried to steal the moon from the sky.
I am lost and lonely,
I drift in space,
My dreams are haunted by her face.
Blessed are the drifters, the stars that die,
whose light expires, before goodbyes
goodbye, goodbye.

Binary star,
you're the brightest blue by far,
and up against this starry sea,
I thought that you were meant for me.

Blessed are the meek who shall inherit,
the throes of death for all their merit.
The right to stumble, to fail and perish,
doomed are those who hold and cherish.
I tried to steal the moon from the sky.
You hide behind your broken wings,
your dreams are all for better things.
And in the dark we climb this slope,
'cause the bravest thing of all is always hope,
goodbye, goodbye.