Christoph - New Desert Blues

I said fill the bag

With all you have

These are our demands

So do it quick

I dig a grave and hide my gold

I turn my back against

The chance to do as I was told

Oh I am torn

Summon the rain

The wild is tamed

Oh my blood runs cold

Weathered and old

To hang or to hold

We travel in the night

To avoid the light

To punish and to plead

Set the scene

I hide my face

My urge to run

My cold heart stays basking

In the burning desert sun

Oh I am torn

Summon the rain

The wild is tamed

Oh my blood runs cold

Weathered and old

To hang or to hold

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Oh I am torn

Summon the rain

The wild is tamed

Oh my blood runs cold

Weathered and old

To hang or to hold