A rock can be a hard place when you're in between the nagging of a restless sea, a sorry sky, a darkening horizon. When the one voice you can hear is just your own, innocently thrown back by a gale That's so damn angry nothing sails, nothing dares... Except my endless love for you. Sing for me my siren, I am far away, but know that I can hear you... Here it's calmer, here it's clear, it's Christmas on the Moon. Still it's just another rock... wrapped up inside a fancy box, It's just like all the others. Time to throw back all the covers... time to fly. Cast away the rock that weighs me down... time to fly. I'll cast away the rock that weighs me down... time to fly. Cast away the rock that weighs you down... time to fly. I'll cast away the rock that weighs you down... time to fly.