V A E L O R A - Ivory Moon Motel

The neon humming through the hall.
A pair of headlights crossed the blinds and disappeared into the night.
The clock beside the bed stood still like time itself had missed a turn.
Outside, the desert held its breath,
Waiting for something to return.
The moon was hanging low tonight,
White as an old photograph.
Ivory moon motel, somewhere between heaven and goodbye.
Ivory moon motel, leave the light on like it was tonight.
Every light still burning, every shadow knows my name.