Past Day Desert

It was alive

And now it's dead

It used to thrive

Now it's an empty bed

Why can't we love

And cherish what we got?

All I keep memories of

Became a gloomy spot



The islands of dead ships

The deserted oceans of sand

That loving breath of yours

Is what I miss most in this land



I feel depressed

Cause we're obsessed

With taking more

And giving less

A man in the desert

A prisoner on the run

He thirsts for water

And can't get none



Heat haze, heat haze, heat haze, heat haze



Heat haze



Heat haze



The islands of dead ships

The deserted oceans of sand

That loving breath of yours

Is what I miss most in this land



Heat haze