It(1) was alive.
And now it's dead.
It used to thrive.
Now it's an empty bed.
Why can't we love
And cherish what we got?
All I keep memories of
Became a gloomy spot.
The islands of dead ships.
Deserted oceans of sand.
That loving breath of yours
Is what I miss most in this land.
I feel depressed
Cause we're obsessed
With taking more
And giving less.
A man in the desert,
Prisoner on the run.
He thirsts for water.
He can't get none.
Heat haze, heat haze, heat haze, heat haze...
(1) - the Aral Sea / love
Desert
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