Heat Of The Desert Songtext

Drinking in that moment of gasping for breath
Her throat held fast upon the bed
Her mind reeling from the things she might have said
The screams of the girl trapped in the upstairs apartment
As she tries to catch her breath as she attempts to head for the door
As the ceiling begins to swirl
And shift

One more time, perhaps the last time
She's on the brink, walking that fine and crooked line
Between this world and the next
And trying to capture that moment of gasping for breath

Well there's just one thing she can count on
And that's the instinct of the lung
Well there's one thing to be said
It's one moment that will never never be recorded and she knows it