A Factory In The Desert

Album cover art for "A Factory In The Desert" by The Icicle Works

The Icicle Works - Pop

A Factory In The Desert

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Duration: 3:17

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Lyrics

It rolls in like a cold wind It fills me up with fear The icy fingers clutch me With each motion that I hear Though diligence caress me Deliverance unfold The distant bells are ringing In a small town in my soul Dream up, dream up Let me fill your cup I promise you the world I promise you the world I'll love you as a factory in the desert While trying to obsess me Her confidence falls down I have to steal this moment to Observe her wistful frown But her logic is a jungle Insecurity roams wild The laughter's ever present In the camp of the beguiled Dream up, dream up Let me fill your cup I promise you the world I promise you the world I'll love you as a factory in the desert Come to me, come to me, come to me

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Credits

Writers
  • Ian McNabb