Billie Holiday — Its 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 angel to love me Who is so divine as you are? It's like flying without wings Playing fiddle without strings And a million other things No one can do Though, my hopes are slender In my secret heart I pray you'll surrender soon Though, it's like reaching for the moon