I suffer an inland dream
a desert under a starving sun
with a thirst that beats my senses
and in that tortured fate
I can think only of her
as oasis to my searching lips
and how sweetly she would moisten them
I suffer an inland dream
a desert under a starving sun
with a thirst that beats my senses
and in that tortured fate
I can think only of her
as oasis to my searching lips
and how sweetly she would moisten them