In the distance
She saw me comming
I was calling out
I was calling out

Still shaking
Still in pain
Angel or devil
I was thirsty
And you wet my lips

You, I'm waiting for you
You, you set my desire
I trip through your wires

I was broken, bent out of shape
I was naked in the clothes you made
My lips were dry, throat like rust
You gave me shelter
From the heat and the dust
There's no more water in the well
No more water in the well

Angel or devil
I was thirsty and you wet my lips

You, I'm waiting for you
You, You set my desire

I trip through your wires
Thunder, thunder on the mountian
There's a rain cloud in the desert sky
In the distance you saw me comming
I was calling out
I was calling out