Waiting Sheila Chandra

extrait de l'album Zen Kiss 1994
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Waiting
like a desert bloom I sit at your feet
like a desert bloom I sit at your feet
trolling for a rain dropto fall from your lips
to fall from your lips
waiting to be woken and born by your calling
waiting to be woken and born by your calling
I'm waiting
the blood red lullaby's rocking my throat
the blood red lullaby's rocking my throat
my whole being trembles in mimicry
in mimicry
to echo and savor every sound that you utter
to echo and savor every sound that you utter
to echo
and I ride the waves
of each deathly breath
of each deathly breath
like a desert bloom I sit at your feet
and I ride the waves
of each deathly breath
of each deathly breath
waiting to be woken and born by your calling
waiting to be woken and born by your calling
I'm waiting