Cult Of Luna Thirtyfour
In her eyes he stares at his reflection.
A faint dream, that disappeared at dawn.
Standing at the shore patiently waiting.
But the waves do not return when she's gone.
He followed her footsteps, to the highway that sealed his fate.
The wind blew all sand away.
Faceless people that walked astray.
Behind the dunes false hope awaits those who lost what was loved.
