From the recording Lipstick Smears & War Machines

The desert-dweller dreams...

Lyrics

MiddayBelow a relentless sunWhere even painted lizardsSeek the shadeNo wind stirsThe branches of stunted treesThat cast a wavering shadowOn the sand
Now your summer eyes grow deadFrom the words we left unsaid'Til the winter comes again
We dream hereAnd listen for farawayChains that clink on mastsIn distant seasSeabreezeMingled with scented fogAnd ripples sent from ChinaTo these shores
Where the sun is going downOn some dirty little town'Til the winter comes again
And we're trapped within these desert landsEver shifting oceans of sandThey say the mighty will surviveAnd we're alive tonightOn channel five
MidnightAnd moons shine through melted starsThat flicker twice and dieNot to returnSomedayA western wind blows us homeTo a cottage painted whiteAlong the shore
Where the sun is going downOn some dirty little town'Til the winter comes again