Sitting in this empty room.
As I watch the shadows creep to the door.
Sitting on my bed I see,
The bits of dust as they fall to the floor.
Its so unreal how time flies by;
When the sun shines in,
All the shadows die.
And by that time, I'm sitting inside.
Waiting for the moon; My time to abide.

But from the light there's always dark.
And from the truth, theres always a lie.
Beyond the shadows there lies a mark,
Hidden by dust from days gone by.
So now you see; Moonlight so dark,
The shadows that creep,
The dust shall part.
An illuminator that fails to reap.
The Dust, The Sand, The Shadows; they sleep.

In the middle of the night,
The sandman comes 'round.
Perfecting infection,
Yet making no sound.
Spraying your eyes,
With his hellish dust,
Rebirthing your nightmares,
Perfecting your lust.

The daylight creeps in,
As I slowly wake.
The nightmares I had,
Were too much to take.
The Sandman had come,
And the Sandman had gone,
And all he had left,
Was the Dust at Dawn.