Drought - Snow Ghosts

Daylight comes and I’m still thirsty

Though I’ve drank the ocean dry

Wander barefoot on the sea bed

I still hear the sirens cry

I feel the earth cracks underfoot

As if my pain is understood

And the peeling glows still like holes

One’s for sorrow two for good

Stumble to my knees

Bagging for the drought to ease

I call on the rain

Call on the rain

Call on the rain

Call on the rain

I my sleep I dream of rivers

Rapids wash the salt away

But these lips are dry as deserts

Left to simmer in the day

Stumble to my knees

Bagging for the drought to ease

I call on the rain

Call on the rain

Call on the rain

Call on the rain