I blame you for the moonlit sky, and the dream that died, with the eagles' flight. I blame you for the moonlit nights, when I wonder why, are the seas still dry? Don't blame this evil satellite. Did we fly to the moon too soon? Did we squander the chance? In the rush of the race, the reason we chase is a lost in romance. And still we try, to justify the waste for the taste of man's greatest adventure. I blame you for the moonlit sky, and the dream that died, with the eagles' flight. I blame you for the moonlit nights, when I wonder why, are the seas still dry? Don't blame this evil satellite. Have we lost all hope to advance? Have we proved too soon? If the world is so green, then why does it scream under our blue moons? We wonder why, if the Earth sacrifices for a price of its greatest treasure. I blame you for the moonlit sky, and the dream that died, with the eagles' flight. I blame you for the moonlit nights, when I wonder why, are the seas still dry? Don't blame this evil satellite. La la la... And when we shoot for the stars, what a giant step. Have we got what it takes to carry the weight, of this constant? Or pass it by, like a shot in the dark, with a mark, with a sense of adventure. Blame it, blame the sun. I blame you for the moonlit sky, and the dream that died, to the eagle's flight. I blame you for the moonlit night, when I wonder why, I'm still trying. Don't blame it, blame the sun. © BF-WATCH TV 2021