The heat from the sands of your love made me thirsty.
As I wandered through your desert, I knew I had to get out.
The passion was too high, the power too strong,
as I crawled towards water, heaving to get out.
But all I found, was a sweet mirage, still thirsty for your want and need.
The weight of your desire left me caught in a trap.
How easily your love had fooled me.
Amongst the heat, I felt the cold from your lips, the sun came down below the horizon.
As I continued to wander, dehydrated of your love,
once again I was fooled by your mirage.
But with your sweet words upon the bitter salts of sand...
I knew there was no out.