Todesbonden Ghost Of The Crescent Moon
The moon looks to the ocean
The ocean looks to the sand
On a dune sits a woman
With five roses in hand
And she plucks every color
And she counts every thorn
And she cries out to starlight
With every passing storm
Won't someone save me, I've been waiting here for so long
Please take these tears carefully
And write my name across your shores
Castaways at daybreak
Floating on separate scores
A withered rose won't save them
A candle burned out long ago
Nothing matters now,
Take this summer rain
And wash your heart
Magic tiresome place
Where you put all your fears
Have locked their doors
The moon looks to the ocean
The ocean looks to the sand
On a dune sits a woman
With five roses in hand
