dream beneath a desert sky rivers run, but soon run dry we need new dreams tonight
dreamed I saw a desert rose dress torn in ribbons and in bows like a siren she calls to me
sad eyes, crooked crosses
we'll punch a hole right through the night everyday the dreamers die to see what's on the other side
the greatest gift is gold
sad eyes, crooked crosses
she stands with a naked flame I walk with the sons of Cain burned by the fire of love burned by the fire of love More from Tribe Of Heaven