The moon: endless source of inspiration with great symbolism.
Lyrics
Are you beside me?
Or have I gone?
As we crumble to dust
Even iron must rust
Is there no ocean for me
to sink into?
Is there nobody left to see what's become?
And the moon shines above
With her sweet love
She taunts you with her supple waves
Of the good life through rose-tinted shades
And I call to the moon:
"Won't you bring me my sweet love?"
or is that all just a dream?
And as you fall into the gloom
of the doom of your own shadow
Is there anything left to follow?
