Thru the journey of the days and the map of the hour,
I was born right at the tip of the scales in the balance of this impotent power,
I'm always nose to the grindstone; full of some kind of moody perfection,
I'm an earth-heart muse-lover connected to some kind of disconnection.
The moon in Virgo, I'm my own worst enemy, Not because I don't know, But because I can't break free.
Every beast has a nature and every angel has a god's eye view,
But until you find your wings; what's a poor little beast to do,
I always feel like I'm waiting for some little miracle to push me all the way into the light,
I don't know what the hell is wrong but I can tell you all 841.9 things that are right.
The moon in Virgo, Rising in the twelfth house, A secret hero, Deft hands in a virgin's blouse.
I feel like I was born with a purpose but I guess I'll just die by the clock,
If my sleep dreamed any deeper; I could pass right thru solid rock,
And I don't want to be the master but I can no longer play the slave,
And I don't want anything I could name but all I seem to do is crave.
The moon in Virgo, Take me in a lover's rush, Hide in moon-glow, Lose me in the mystic crush.