Track 1: Come Talk to Me
The wretched desert takes its formThe jackal proud and tightIn search of you I feel my wayThrough slowest heaving nightWhatever fear inventsI swear it makes no senseI reach out through the border fenceCome down, come talk to meIn the swirling curling storm of desireUnuttered words hold fastWith reptile tongue, the lightning lashesTowers built to lastDarkness creeps in like a thiefAnd offers no reliefWhy are you shaking like a leaf?
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It wasn’t in the words that kept sticking in their throats
It wasn’t with the angels in their quilted coats
These battered wings still kick up dust
Seduced by the noise and the bright things that glisten
I knew all the time I should shut up and listen
And I’m finding my way home from the great escape
The further on I go, oh the less I know
I can find only us breathing
Only us sleeping
Only us dreaming
Only us
I hear you calling me
Yes I hear you calling me
Home from the great escape
Yes I can read you loud and clear
The further on I go, oh the less I know
Friend or foe, there’s only us
I’m coming home again, home again
And I hear you calling me home again
I am coming home again
Only us
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