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disregard: needed a place to quickly jot lyric ideas... :)
dew falls from the cactus flower
my heart is fluttering like a
swallowtail butterfly's
giant dying wings
somewhere, in this desert of our love,
water still springs
up from the ground
and the cliffrose
seems to say hello
when did the sun stop rising in the east?
when did you become the person
i know the least?
and darling, how -
in the desert of our love
does the ghost flower still bloom
how does a flower still bloom?
covered in shadows of the
carved sandstone rift
but the colorado river
runs right through our
cold canyon tomb
you call my name
but the echoes are ringing from
every direction
i am lost again
i never know where you stand
when did the moon stop coming out at night?
when did your kisses stop feeling right?
darling, how - in the canyon of our love
does a river still run through?
does a river still run through?
the moss is clutching to terrestrial bones
the timberline recedes.
it's starting to feel like 58 below and the
arctic hares huddle at at night.
when did the heavens stop changing the tides?
when did your heart turn to ice?
darling, how - in the tundra of our love
where everything dies
do some things still stay alive?
how does our love stay alive?
dew falls from the cactus flower
my heart is fluttering like a
swallowtail butterfly's
giant dying wings
somewhere, in this desert of our love,
water still springs
up from the ground
and the cliffrose
seems to say hello
when did the sun stop rising in the east?
when did you become the person
i know the least?
and darling, how -
in the desert of our love
does the ghost flower still bloom
how does a flower still bloom?
covered in shadows of the
carved sandstone rift
but the colorado river
runs right through our
cold canyon tomb
you call my name
but the echoes are ringing from
every direction
i am lost again
i never know where you stand
when did the moon stop coming out at night?
when did your kisses stop feeling right?
darling, how - in the canyon of our love
does a river still run through?
does a river still run through?
the moss is clutching to terrestrial bones
the timberline recedes.
it's starting to feel like 58 below and the
arctic hares huddle at at night.
when did the heavens stop changing the tides?
when did your heart turn to ice?
darling, how - in the tundra of our love
where everything dies
do some things still stay alive?
how does our love stay alive?