On a dry and dusty roadThe nights we spend apart aloneI need to get back homeTo cool cool rainThe night is hot and black as inkI can't sleep so I lay and I thinkOh god I need a drinkOf cool cool rain
The ride retracts, pulls the moon high into the sky on the dark shorelineThe tide a new low, exposing all that rests belowA crescent breaks off, and sinks deep into the seaReflecting still, twinkling, the sunlight that was not to be.
