like a desert bloom I sit at your feet like a desert bloom I sit at your feet trolling for a rain drop to fall from your lips to fall from your lips waiting to be woken and born by your calling waiting to be woken and born by your calling I'm waiting
the blood red lullaby's rocking my throat the blood red lullaby's rocking my throat my whole being trembles in mimicry in mimicry to echo and savor every sound that you utter to echo and savor every sound that you utter to echo
and I ride the waves of each deathly breath of each deathly breath
like a desert bloom I sit at your feet and I ride the waves of each deathly breath of each deathly breath waiting to be woken and born by your calling waiting to be woken and born by your calling I'm waiting