Heat Of The Desert
More than the heat of the desert
More than the frauds from the Lord
More than the blue of the ocean
Is your heart's longing for home
Donate your soul to the devil
Give up your lungs to the winds of the plain
And all your sins come encroaching
Into that moment of pain
Listen to the sound as the street lights shift
Drinking in that moment of gasping for breath
Her throat held fast upon the bed
Her mind reeling from the things she might have said
The screams of the girl trapped in the upstairs apartment
As she tries to catch her breath as she attempts to head for the door
As the ceiling begins to swirl
And shift
One more time, perhaps the last time
She's on the brink, walking that fine and crooked line
Between this world and the next
And trying to capture that moment of gasping for breath
Well there's just one thing she can count on
And that's the instinct of the lung
Well there's one thing to be said
It's one moment that will never never be recorded and she knows it