NADJ - Cactus
I'm dry.
I'm parched.
I'm a desert,
scorched and scarred;
a cactus
down to its last drop of rain.
I'm waiting
for the storm clouds of our love
to shower me
with life-giving water.
Somehow,
for now,
it doesn't look like rain.
Somehow,
for now,
it doesn't look like rain.
A rented car.
A radio; you turn the dial.
A woman singing.
Un Amor Perdido.
A dusty road,
this highway that we've set out on,
and I'm not sure
that we know where it leads to.
And yet
I think
I felt a drop of rain.
And yet
I think
I felt a drop of rain.
Yes,
I think
I felt a drop of rain.
Yes,
I think
I felt a drop of rain.
Appears on the album Lasse Vegas