Singing Up the Moon

See here.
It is very lonely in this
little Sputnik all alone.

I'm on a journey to a star.
But it is very cold here.
Go with me?
We'll both be glad of the company.

You can move into my skin,
I'll gladly make room.
But I warn you
It is cold.

When your fingers turn to ice,
Your heart starts to slow
and as your eyes begin to close
Please recall, that
I did warn you.