In the quiet of a dream, we are drawn away
Standing in between, we cannot remain
Buried in the dark still, we were left a little changed
Shining in the distance feeling a little strange
I was the city that I never wanted to see
I was the storm that I never wanted to be
Through the endlessness
I rode a thousand days on a red torpedo star
To hear a million calls for freedom
On a broke down boulevard
I call your name
The desert smiled with welcome eyes
And its dusty stolen grin
Colours blue came stumbling through
Shouting: Where the hell you been?
