On the Dry Lake

Wound on
 On the silence night
 Your eyes closed
 The tide of breath exhales
 On the silence night
 It creeps in
 Dissolve the hours
 Appease the nausea of time
 Through all your pores
 Who cradle the dead and their dreams
 The breakers of your bones
 The lake has dried up
 There she said
 Drained by the dust of blood
 She lives, in dark home
 Drained by the shade of sun
 It's gone
 This dream
 It's gone
 And I
 I'm wandering here
 As I wander in your dreams
 There she said
 Drained by the dust of blood
 She lives, in dark home
 Drained by the shade of sun
 It's gone
 This dream
 It's gone
 And I
 I'm wandering here
 As I wander in your dreams
 On the embers, the blackened kettle vibrates
 I doze and dream again, you approach
 You approach
 Your face bends gently on your shoulder
 And you speak
 Tell me
 Will you come?
 Will you always come back?
 And
 From
 From the depths of night
 Over there
 In the horizon
 A rust
 Rustling sound
 A dull
 A dull wave motion
 There she said
 Drained by the dust of blood
 She lives, in dark home
 Drained by the shade of sun
 It's gone
 This dream
 It's gone
 And I
 I'm wandering here
 As I wander in your dreams