No intention of living, moisture, moisture
I am dry, I sigh, take this torture from my head
And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again
Why did you take water from my well?
Take this torture from my head
Why did you take, and drag me through your hell
I am dry, I sigh, take this torture from my head
How you said, the sand would burn my hands
And burning blisters on my hands
I crawled back to the shore instead
And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again
A thousand miles across the sand
Almost drowned inside your head
And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again
And how you said, the sand would burn my hands
And how you said, the sand would burn my hands
I've no intention of living this way
And how you said, the sand would burn my hands
Moisture, moisture
