Lyrics

What a special taste has desert sand That seeps all through my skin No more unreal shapes of caravans Shall lead me to nothing Fade away I tried to save what's left in my life Fade Away Heaven can wait and hell shall die Freedom - My desire Gratis - Not for to hire Sandsea - I'm a sailor Landlord of my port: Graveyard Burning witches of these desert lands Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can I will suck you out on all your tongues Firejuice 'til I get drunk Patience - My desire Gratis - Not for to hire Sandsea - I'm a sailor Landlord of my port: Graveyard Lonelyness that I fear for years What a good state and I have it here That's my aim and no one needs to bury me Wind bring me the sand To cover my end