Sawbones - Slipstreams Lyrics

Shores of sand they fill my feet
That beat upon the ground
I walk on palaces of dunes
That ring with floating sounds.
A sandalled stride through desert palms
And mirages of oases
I run through fire and rising glass
In secret thoughts and fantasies

I feel it
Writhing in the sun

I feel it
Writhing in the sun

I feel it
Writhing in the sun

I feel it
Writhing in the sun

Following the stars that blink
And billow in the night
I am smoke and windblown ash
And whirling winds that blot the light
I burn like bullets that melt into wax
Beneath the minarets
I offer myself to the sand
And all its myriad epithets

I feel it
Writhing in the sun

I feel it
Writhing in the sun

Here it comes
Crawling in the sun

Here it comes
Crawling in the sun

Floating sounds of strings and prayers
They trace their slipstreams back to me
Lost in a storm of fury
Adrift on a sandy sea
Desert swans in thirsty skies
Singing songs on absent breeze
Ancient lands of endless sand
They fill my burning feet

I am the sun that beats
I am the heart of the heat

I am the sun that beats
I am the heart of the heat

I am the sun that beats
I am the heart of the heat
The heart of the heat

I am the sun that beats
I am the heart
In the sun