lying there Like a lie low losing air, air Black rocks and shoreline sand Still that summer I cannot bare And I wipe the sand of my arms The Spanish Sahara
So I walked into the haze And a million dirty ways Now I see you lying there Like a lie low losing air air Black rocks and shoreline sand Still that
: So I walked into the haze And a million dirty ways Now I see you lying there Like a lie low losing air air Black rocks and shoreline sand Still that
