Money talks,
Too many people listen.
Emotions overwhelm
And the sky's the limit.
Can't recall the place we came from,
We forgot too soon,
After the pain -
Next comes the wound.

She's going outside,
Joining the club known as the "World".
Her own make-up
Makes her look too old.
Takes another bite of freedom,
But she just can't help herself -
She is the prisoner;
Her prisoner of her own desries.

Oh, you're never gonna get there later,
And never know if you would get there soon,
Your life hangs on the line with the drugs you took
And the desert road is still long...

The tears of the sun
And the laughs of the moon.

All these oil and money
Is a mask for your true nature.
So you try wake-up from this dream
But you can't quite follow.

Deep inside yourself
You feel so hollow.
Like an unfinihsed wall
That you buliled after the horror.
You can't forgive them now,
It's just too soon.
The harder you wait
The bigger the hate gets...

No, you're never gonna get there later,
You don't deserve to feel more pain.
It'll find his way to come out in the night
Through the long ride in the desert road...

The tears of the sun
And the laughs of the moon.