Trip Through Your Wires

In the distanceShe saw me comingI was calling outI was calling outStill shakingStill in painAngel or devilI was thirstyAnd you wet my lipsYou, I’m waiting for youYou, you set my desireI trip through your wiresI was broken, bent out of shapeI was naked in the clothes you madeMy lips were dry, throat like rustYou gave me shelter]from the heat and the dustThere’s no more water in the wellNo more water in the wellAngel or devilI was thirsty and you wet my lipsYou, I’m waiting for youYou, you set my desireI trip through your wiresThunder, thunder on the mountainThere’s a rain cloud in the desert skyIn the distance you saw me comingI was calling outI was calling out

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