He can’t make up his mind what he wants. He’s moody, changeable in how he feels about their relationship, he can’t decide what he wants.
She still loves him. He’s still a “loveable lamb” to her. She’s also used to him and comfortable in the relationship even though it’s not working out. He’s so moody it’s become boring, she can predict his mood swings like you can predict the phase of the moon.
She’s accepted that he’s not going to change. Staying in is easier than leaving; “it’s the dirtiest clean I know” to stick around for the convenience of a relationship when you know it’s not working out.
She is trying to convince herself to leave, on a high note, nowhere to go but on. She knows it’s over. Her heart is breaking, she still loves him, she doesn’t want to go through the inevitable heartache - there’s nowhere to go - she knows she will be devastated and lonely when it’s over. Her moon’s white face - he’s in a good mood / loves her again. She wonders how long it will last, she knows it won’t.
She either meets someone new and interesting, or starts noticing other men. She’s wearing her heart on her sleeve. She’s still fragile, afraid to start something new, she either still hasn’t completely decided to leave her “moon” man or she’s just left him. The song’s out of key again.
So she’s telling this new man that she’s still fragile, asking this new man that she’s interested in (or hopes to meet) to go slow, take it easy, to bring some joy and happiness back into her life (shed some light on me please), to be consistent in his emotions and not evasive.
She’s still stuck on her current situation. She hasn’t made up her mind yet (keeps repeating my moon my man)
The moon is the man she’s currently with.
He can’t make up his mind what he wants. He’s moody, changeable in how he feels about their relationship, he can’t decide what he wants.
She still loves him. He’s still a “loveable lamb” to her. She’s also used to him and comfortable in the relationship even though it’s not working out. He’s so moody it’s become boring, she can predict his mood swings like you can predict the phase of the moon.
She’s accepted that he’s not going to change. Staying in is easier than leaving; “it’s the dirtiest clean I know” to stick around for the convenience of a relationship when you know it’s not working out.
She is trying to convince herself to leave, on a high note, nowhere to go but on. She knows it’s over. Her heart is breaking, she still loves him, she doesn’t want to go through the inevitable heartache - there’s nowhere to go - she knows she will be devastated and lonely when it’s over. Her moon’s white face - he’s in a good mood / loves her again. She wonders how long it will last, she knows it won’t.
She either meets someone new and interesting, or starts noticing other men. She’s wearing her heart on her sleeve. She’s still fragile, afraid to start something new, she either still hasn’t completely decided to leave her “moon” man or she’s just left him. The song’s out of key again.
So she’s telling this new man that she’s still fragile, asking this new man that she’s interested in (or hopes to meet) to go slow, take it easy, to bring some joy and happiness back into her life (shed some light on me please), to be consistent in his emotions and not evasive.
She’s still stuck on her current situation. She hasn’t made up her mind yet (keeps repeating my moon my man)
my .02!