[Verse 1: Arabic rock female lead, strong and ornamented] Dry wind on the village and the cracked clay floor Old well silent for a year or more Men in the coffee house shaking their heads Nothing down there but the sand and the dead I took a rope and a shovel and a lamp at dawn They laughed from the doorway, said, by noon she'll be gone Every old man swore he'd seen it before Girl chasing water where there's water no more [Pre-Chorus: Arabic rock female lead, rising] They call me a dream, they call me the haze A trick of the light in the hottest of days [Chorus: Arabic rock female lead, huge and ornamented] I'm not your mirage, I'm the water Every stone that you threw only made me dig harder You can say that I'm nothing but heat on the sand I'm not your mirage, I'm the water in your hand [Verse 2: Arabic rock female lead, harder, deeper] Twenty feet down and my hands split open Forty feet down and the rope's nearly broken Sixty feet down and the clay goes black Then it goes wet, and it won't give back I put my ear on the wall like a door And I hear it running, a river under the floor Shouting up the shaft till my voice is raw Somebody bring a bucket, tell them what I saw [Pre-Chorus: Arabic rock female lead, rising] They call me a dream, they call me the haze A trick of the light in the hottest of days [Chorus: Arabic rock female lead, huge and ornamented] I'm not your mirage, I'm the water Every stone that you threw only made me dig harder You can say that I'm nothing but heat on the sand I'm not your mirage, I'm the water in your hand [Bridge: Arabic rock female lead, zaghrouta ululation, a long joyful ululation as the water rises] They haul up the bucket, and the bucket is full Clear as a window, and heavy, and cool First cup goes to the man who laughed first I watch him drink it slow, and I watch him lose his thirst [Verse 3: Arabic rock female lead, proud and steady] Now there's a pump by the school and a trough by the road Goats in the shade and the gardens all sowed Men in the coffee house don't say much now They just nod when I pass, and they never ask how [Chorus: Arabic rock female lead, huge and ornamented] I'm not your mirage, I'm the water Every stone that you threw only made me dig harder You can say that I'm nothing but heat on the sand I'm not your mirage, I'm the water in your hand [Outro: Arabic rock female lead] Drink it, and say my name [End]
