You're so soft to the touch
Tangible tangerine tree
Rings round your fingers
Tell of how many Summer suns seen
Since the desert's been blooming
In form and in color, in light
Caught in a desert high
Come up empty handed
If you've lost your mind
Here's to happy landings
Absconded heart strings in a paper bag
Tune in to midnight
And its ultra-black
Don't play games with tender hearts
Nobody likes that kind of smart
Don't play games with tender hearts
Nobody likes that kind of smart