Distance travel, and I can't see ahead
Stories unravel, light a fire instead
Your book matches
Spinning round my head
The box catches
Camel's down again
The desert is playing, satisfaction is red
I am twisting and pulling, say the cactus is dead
Your book matches
Spinning round my head
The box catches
Camels down again
Seething, petty
Breathe in, ready
The shadows, they are dancing up on the ceiling again
They shifting in figures and marching swiftly ahead
Tar, is heavy
Hold, steady