Theres nothing in the sorrow of the desert Nothing Nothing Nothing I look back tomorrow Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing I have no cloud of overwhelming, nor miracle of rain Nor Sun Candlestick on the Ceiling Nothing in the Mass Captive A person in Sima captive You are chains nor are they nor heartbroken You are like me Neither the rebellion nor the cries of breaking you are like me I and you are me and you are a masses of pain None None None I am huge You are like like sleeping in the anger of the derva stay in Sim.
