Desert Plane - Tapes 'n Tapes

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