Warning: Falling Rocks

I fell off the moon.

On the ground I lay,
We dream and seek prayers far away.

And if you were young,
Which demons would you slay?

Would you forgive those who have run away?

If you could fight the clock that dropped you off at sunset,
Which way would you spin?

Which atmosphere would you give in.

Which moments would you erase to make up for sin.

You fell off the moon,
In a dreamland too soon.