We take stupid chances
And hang out on limbs doing insane dances
But oh, I wouldn't trade you for the moon
So what you didn't pay me back
I could have but I would not attack you
'cause It's not worth it
So you're not perfect
The little hurts don't mean a thing
They're like some harmless insect sting
'cause it's the big picture that we're painting
And one of us will die too soon
But oh, I wouldn't trade you for the moon
For the moon
We weren't virgins when we met
But it was as pure as it ever gets
And, how quickly we both did forget
All affairs before this
When you pissed me off
And I kicked you out
You came back shouting
'til the clouds burst out
And we cried 'til dawn
'til hell was all gone
We made up
In sweat like glue
And we didn't stop
'til we couldn't move
So desperate love makes you find
Your own truth
The little hurts don't mean a thing
They're just like some harmless insect sting
'cause, It's the big picture that we're painting
And one of us will die too soon
But oh, I wouldn't trade you for the moon
For the moon
And one of us will die too soon
And all of this will vanish too
You made me face my own truth
Oh we live too fast, and we die too soon
Oh, I wouldn't trade
I wouldn't trade
I wouldn't trade you no no no
I wouldn't trade
I wouldn't trade
For the moon
Wouldn't trade you for the moon
Wouldn't trade you for the moon
Wouldn't trade you for the moon
For the Moon was written by Annette Ducharme.
For the Moon was produced by John Webster & Annette Ducharme.