[00:06.02]Can’t stop my sire beckoning
[00:14.89]The desert is asleep
[00:23.07]Kiss the sky against the rocks
[00:42.71]A rush of speaking, am I speeding?
[00:53.88]The shapes had moved across it
[01:00.32]He took me far and fell into our home
[01:11.11]Was it bliss?
[01:34.13]Gentle fingers closing my eyes
[01:42.12]You disappearing in recline
[01:55.74]The night’s berth is wide
[02:07.58]Hands on the top of these tangled locks
[02:18.73]Inward, it rushes out
[02:28.19]Her hands on her painted blue skin
[02:38.92]A world of pain
[02:45.22]They will hear us cry
[03:08.54]From the parking lot