CARALUNA (part. Ian Lucas)

Who says it doesn't hurt
The footprints in the sand?
Your mark, the sea took it away
But the Moon's still there
But that Moon is my curse

Slowly in the morning
Screaming at night
The living voices of memory
Disguise themselves as intuition
And in one voice, your voice hides
And in one voice, your voice hides

And I know that maybe
You'll never hear my song, I know
And I know that maybe
I'll keep using you like this
Stealing you in my inspiration

As long as I keep seeing
Your face in the face of the Moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves, among the foam

As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song talks about you
About you, about you
Talks about you

And I know that maybe
You'll never hear my song, I know
And I know that maybe
I'll keep using you
Stealing you in my inspiration

As long as I keep seeing
Your face in the face of the Moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves, among the foam

As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song talks about you
About you, about you

Talks about you, about you
Talks about you, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh