Quiet solitude
Out there
I've been holding onto you
Unfair
Another little memory
It tears into the skin
Like a cactus' spine
Prickly pear
I cut my mouth up again
On your supple fruit
By a desert flower
Arid and bare
Like my cheeks have become
As the wind whips
Beguiling heat
A little faster now
I swear
Looks like the air is picking up
Oh, bear with me a little more
I want to put the past behind me
And keep walking