Tasmin Archer

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 sleeping 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 lost in romance
and still we try
to justify the waste
for a taste of man's gratest adventure