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 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 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 Nothing matters now, Take this summer rain And wash your heart Magic tiresome place Where you put all your fears Have locked their doors