Year after year,
running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Breathe , breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

There is no dark side of the moon really.
Matter of fact it's all dark.