Lost In the Desert
under a blanket of stars with nothing to do...lost in the desert just me and you
pyote plant trippin like a goddess of old
everything little thing she touches turns to silver and gold
lost in the desert like 2 wild wolves running...chasing rabbits on the run and moonshine loving
like savage little warriors gettin filled with cowboy lead
pulling angels from the sky to resurrect the dead
lost in the desert cracking mirror turned mirage...she slithers through the sand like crystal camoflauge
i wake from a dream...she disappears just like magicians
every night lost in the desert...we never break tradition
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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