Desert Plane

Across the high in desert plane
 Where towns are tortured and hills are stained
 It's where you were
 When times are bad and you would tell her
 I bet you were a million miles away
 And if I could I'd be around
 I would pull you up, and watch the tone
 'Cause you wanna and my hand waves
 And you move like you need a hand
 And tore away
 Across the better land to call your own
 A bet you saw the miles of golden stones
 It's where you bed and where you walk
 I called you up, I called you a part
 I bet you were a million miles away
 And if you want, I'd been in demand
 We'd be up on times, your hand in my hand
 'Cause you walk like you wanna
 'Cause you wanna and my hand waves
 And you move like you need a hand
 My hand, your sin
 I never knew for the dead
 My head will watch you in the sand
 These clouds come rolling in
 You say your hands
 Make you right and nervous
 In the night full of
 Straight coming eyes
 And you lie when you walk
 Make me wise
 Make me
 Till the shot fills the hand
 And my lonely sin
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