I Come From the Desert

I come from the desert, I'll remain
Loneliness lives indoors
The sun gets closer my hair is fire
My candle head's dripping
I can't leave my bed, my fat old sun
My sweat on the sand
I can't get to work, to succeed

I just can't think about it

I come from the desert, my feet burn
Smooth bliss of letting yourself lost
I treasure this state of limbo
Feels like the sand listens
I can't leave my bed, my fat old sun
My sweat on the sand
I can't get to work, to succeed

Disorder set me to find
A quiet place to loll
Idleness cares
For the birds inside my head

I need to get things done
I don't, I don't
I need to get things done
I don't, I don't
I need to get things done



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Laine
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