You can sail in the desert with a ship of
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in
I wake in sweat
you've come to steal my life away
some
Journey back to the darkside, back into the womb
Back to
We live and die like all the rest
Every summer has
There, on a lonely desert hilltop
The pilgrims huddle closer
Waiting for
A silent river flowing black
Strange attractors no turning back
Present danger
Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot
The mark is on you now
The furnace sealed inside your
The mark is on you now
The furnace sealed inside
On…and on
Born in a mining town in ‘58
When black and
Honey it's getting close to midnight
And all the myths are
I will not be pushed
I will not be stamped defiled
I
Here I sit, alone in a window
The rain falls down
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