: The Painted Desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of just imagine long enough. Wait till summer? When I'm sure the rains have ended
: Arretez ! Ne tirez pas Arretez ! J'ai des amis la-bas Arretez ! Ne tirez pas Arretez ! J'ai des freres la-bas Je ne voudrais pas me meler de ce qui
desert rose Each of her veils, a secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this Sweet desert rose This memory of Eden haunts us all This desert
: I try... When there is no such thing and hide... Rejecting yet still the pain goes on Reaching for a handful... Countdown... From the inside looking
: So you say, so you say it right. So you say, so you say it right. Waiting Below the sun, getting brighter.(?) Downstairs I dwell. So you say
That feels just like a desert rain We, we were lost This, walk of pain I miss you so much, now I call again, Come, come tonight Just, hold me tight From this desert
and nothings out here with me Moved back to town and changed my heart From this deserted city Oooh From this deserted city Oooh From this deserted city Oouuh From this deserted
She's saving my soul and getting close I see the eyes of my desert rose A golden fortress in the middle of nowhere Birds fly high through the desert
: VERSE 1: This is my prayer in the desert When all that's within me feels dry This is my prayer in my hunger and need My God is the God who provides
: Robinn? robin in the tree Won?t you come down here and rescue me Cause there?s someplace else I gotta see And you can stand in for me for awhile Come
: [Judas Priest cover]
: I hitched a ride to a desert town (I never planned this trip) I saw my past in the sun like a tongue (that slowly dripped) People faced me with Lazarus
: (Instrumental)
you can feel the evening cool Desert child lay down your head And listen to what's being said Stars are out in their majesty Out here everyone is free Desert
get the guns out Get the guns out, get the guns out Your love is a deserter Your love is a deserter Your love is a deserter Your love is a deserter
: (Billy Edd Wheeler) I was travelin' West of Buckskin on my to a cattle run, 'cross a little cactus desert under a hard bargaining sun. Thirsty down
without you Every manor has its moat along the desert road I don?t know if I can stay behind these walls of love Every manor has its moat along the desert
sky and were never coming down. Live life in extreme better then any magazine could ever hope to describe. Ripped, we sweat this desert dance, baby do
