The cries of the white
Cannot hold the flight
For every whisper inside
Voices outrunning time
A trip to the sun
And it's just begun
A wilder blending of one
The colors they just start to run
Tall afternoons
Moonlight so far from soon
A doubt in a kiss
A fracture in bliss
Dreams in your mouth
Sleep facing drought
Dusk-flavored streams
Life in a gleam
But a house in the desert
Cannot float upon our sighs
And a home sewn of secrets
Disappears into the night
It's dawn and the sky's about to bleed
Caresses in rhyme
Eyes swimming wine
A stare can be climbed
Stepping up on the vine
A movement sublime
Skims the divine
But a house in the desert
Cannot float upon our sighs
And a home sewn of secrets
Disappears into night
It's dawn and the sky's going to bleed