I took the last train to earth
Where everything glows like vivid spectrums
Yet my land caught up in sand
Holding my way catching my breath
The colours fade
People slaved
They don’t see the light only chase their shadows
I’m here to say
Don’t believe the hive
And follow what you got inside
I’m not looking for gold
I’m having a drink in the desert
I’m not praying for rain
I’m having a drink in the desert
This place could be something green
A bit of yellow like that of little paradise
I have a seed potential beam
So turn around keep your chin up to the sky
Why can’t you see through imagination?
All you need is close your eyes and sing a song
Never mind what he says or she says
The world is you and you could be a butterfly
I’m not looking for gold
I’m having a drink in the desert
I’m not praying for rain
I’m having a drink in the desert
You and me
Having drink in the desert
I’m not looking for gold
I’m having a drink in the desert
I’m not praying for rain
I’m having a drink in the desert
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