In the quiet of a dream, we are drawn away Standing in between, we cannot remain
Buried in the dark still, we were left a little changed Shining in the distance feeling a little strange I was the city that I never wanted to see I was the storm that I never wanted to be
Through the endlessness
I rode a thousand days on a red torpedo star To hear a million calls for freedom On a broke down boulevard
I call your name
The desert smiled with welcome eyes And its dusty stolen grin Colours blue came stumbling through Shouting ‘Where the hell you been?”