I've been looking behind a couch
I've been searching in paris the town of love
I've been looking for you
Under the weeping willow

I've been looking, wearing skis
I've been climbing the trees,
Scratching hands and knees
I've been looking for you
Under another pillow

The moon is a grain of sand
In your hand
You rule
But you don't understand
(yei yei yei yea)

I've been looking behind a bar,
I've been searching the backseat
Of someone's car
I've been looking for you
Under the shallow hellos

I've been looking between sheets
I've been licking the dirt
Of the foreign streets
I've been looking for you
Underneath green jello

The moon is a grain of sand
In your hand
You rule
But you don't understand
(yei yei yei yea)

I'm as small as a mite
In the universe
What difference do we make?
But I want to be a mite in love,
I want to exchange
Some heat for motion
And if you breathe I'll feel cool
(let's change!)

The moon is a grain of sand
In your hand
You rule
But you don't understand

I don't care where it takes us
As long as I have once been loved