Text: Billie Holiday. It's Like Reaching for The Moon.

It's like reaching for the moon
It's like reaching for the sun
It's like reaching for the stars
Reaching for you

You're so far above me
How can I expect an an angel to [unverified]
It's so refined as you are

It's like flying without wings
Playing fiddle without strings
And a million other things
No one can do

No, my hopes are slender
In my secret heart I pray
You'll surrender soon
No, it's like reaching for the moon