Dry Deserts

Driving out to California, the night I met you, in this bed of mine

The wind blowing through all these palm trees, shaking bodies, under napalm skies

The kids and all their fucked up virtues, I know it hurts you, when the party dies

Would you cross dry deserts babe

Would you cut through pines

Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind

And you're always calming me

Only in these dreams

Waking up the neighbors

Screaming in these sweaty sheets

I've been on the run for so long

I want a sad song, that lasts all night

The whites and blues on big wide opens

The way I'm coping with passing time

Would you cross dry deserts babe

Would you cut through pines

Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind

And you're always calming me

Only in these dreams

Waking up the neighbors

Screaming in these sweaty sheets

Would you cross dry deserts babe

Would you cut through pines

Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind

And you're always calming me

Only in these dreams

Waking up the neighbors

Screaming in these sweaty sheets