Bone dry

[Verse 1] So long, untouched Bone-dry, not a plant can grow 'Bout time I get back on my horse to the rodeo

The tropic I'm the branch of a bone-dry tree all alone Some things are taking roots somewhere far away

Breathless And never to return You gave to me a bone-dry spring

It did rain all night the day I left The weather was bone dry The sun was so hot I froze myself

Locked me outside Prayin' for the rain to come Bone dry again Guess it's true what they say

This midnight I'm bone dry, can you love me again I'm burning like a firewood, you cannot just take a flame and go

hey god, break me break me, please I have no idea what happened This bone-dry hearth of mine, come on touch it, touch it, please

It was parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge

The tropic I am the branch of a bone dry tree all alone Something is taking roots somewhere far away

If the distant stars disappeared one day, And all the world's oceans become bone dry, If to save this world of ours, is already late

The spinning wheel (dönence) I'm the branch of a bone-dry tree all alone Some things are taking roots somewhere far away

In the back alley of freedom, your soul Left bone-dry, withered Rather than casting a curse on yourself, won’t you gentle call out my name?

The reflection of my back in the mirror shows the future I'm searching for Yes, those bone dry feelings are unconsciously thrown to the sky

Shake your body dry under coastline light Wet, hot, American nights We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry

A thousand others that can lead you to Rome Honesty's like a Social Liberal: Bone dry and impossible to avoid

She isn't like a jetstream Burning everything, sets a torch to my bone dry soul And all the ones that lay dead and cold

Wiggle toes on wicker braids Hanging with their nails so frayed Mini fruits, all bone dry And a cape, black tie-dyed

There is an incomprehensible side of you Eager to kill You're like a bone-dry flower Longing for water some

This is not us This is something left from us; a bone-dry crowd

To tell you now, to tell you now Bone dry, bone dry Bone dry, bone dry