(S. Phillips, P. Tomek)

Hunger moon shining on a field of snow

There's ice above but a fire down below

Out of the north a cold wind moans

And I'm empty oh so empty

Now there's a fat sacrifice on the alter tonight

A pile of money and an alibi so tight

White-haired regrets a little child's dreams

All lost in the snow on a big TV screen

Never too young too rich or never too thin

Never too hopeless the state I'm in

Lost like the billions too dry to cry

Caught by the camera in history's eye

Hunger moon shining on a field of snow

Ice up above and a fire down below

I want to leave but I just don't know

I'm so empty, oh so empty

Down in the dark we rattle our cages

Moldy basement the book's rotting pages

We're free to go but we can't see the stars

Blinded by the scars where Venus crossed Mars

Can you feel it it's in the cold wind

Like an ocean that we all swim in

It's frightening and new it seems so strange

You can taste it it feels like change

Hunger moon shining on a field of snow

Cracks in the ice let the light show

She says I'll die if I don't grow

But I'm empty, I'm still empty