Fonohead Wish Us Well

The purple sand of time
Slips slowly through our fingers
And hiss beneath our feet
We walk upon the embers
We've finally found that field
Of grass that's always greener
Careful what you say
Careful what you wish for

The shimmer of our sea
Blinded by the sun
The unattainable horizon
Of things I haven't done
The wind of highest hopes
Blows away mistakes
You're taking what it gives
I'm hiding what it takes

Dark waves of our nights
Illuminated faces
Every tear or smile
Leaves its line of traces
The celestial performance
Comes and goes so soon
What's lost beneath the Sun
Is found behind the Moon
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What's lost beneath the Sun
Is found behind the Moon