I'm moving, I'm changing
I'm moving, I'm changing

I'm moving, I'm changing
I'm moving, I'm changing

I might
Find myself
Out in
The desert's land
Raise the Moon
Call the dead
Touch the sky
Curse the sand

I'm moving, I'm changing
I'm moving, I'm changing

I might
Leave myself
Out in
The desert's land
Like the serpent
Glides from its skin
With gentle moves
On floors of sin

I'm moving, I'm changing
I'm moving, I'm changing

I might
Find myself
Out in
The desert's land
Raise the Moon
Call the dead
Touch the sky
Curse the sand