Benny Oyama - Made of Pebbles, Made of Sand Lyrics

Take a walk slowly past the crooked reeds
A shadow hangs heavy in the sky
Asking why it can't live
Like the green of the trees

How can it be
In the soft desert sky
In a tombstone made of desert
Made of sand
Lay the secret
Of a true
True love of mine

Born of desert
Made of pebbles
Made of sand

I guess she don't want a real man
She just want an image in her mind
Casting a line to the old pharmacy

Raising her cup to the ancient divine
That is swallowed and spit out
Unto the sacred sea
How the mercury
Rises in me

In an ocean
Made of bubbles
Made of sand

I'll see you whenever I care
I'm empty and cold as a stare
A blossoming halo over a chair

That is rocking itself
'til the varnish strips bare
As I toss desert pebbles up in the air
As the east winds a-blowin'
Down to your feet
Making love in the shadows
Beneath the reeds

In a desert
Made of pebbles
Made of sand
Made of sand