Water Heals the Desert
Blood runs over the record, spinNing around.
Stains mar the souls, laid bare on the table.
Your lips abates my thirst.
The water heals the desert.
Innocence was lost in the Grand Canyon, deep inside.
Spit and blood, laid in passion on the ground.
Your body abated my thirst.
The water healed the desert.
Love will be born from inside, between soft thighs.
Soft cry, agonized sigh will be laid apart in the sky.
Your blood will abate my thirst.
The water will heal the desert