Desert Call Silhouette
(aaah-aaah-ah) Dust rises on the stone path
The wind carries the salt air
We walk where the shadows bend
Waiting for the fire to catch
I feel the pressure rising slow
No place left to go
Answer me through the heat
Our voices map the street (hey-aaah) (hey-aaah)
The sun sets behind the hills Leaving us in the cold dark
Still we hold the ancient line
Waiting for the spark (oh-aaah-aaah)
I feel the pressure rising slow
No place left to go
Answer me through the heat
Our voices map the street