[Intro] [Dry desert wind, low didgeridoo drone] [Staccato notes on a detuned, dusty upright piano] [Verse 1: Weathered baritone, weary spoken word, close to mic] Ten years of dust. Skin like old leather, boots held together with wire and spit. I’ve walked past the skeletons of skyscrapers, The rusted ribs of cities that forgot their own names. Every horizon is a lie. Every shimmer is a ghost. The sun is a gold coin I can't spend. Just keep walking. Keep the rhythm. Left. Right. Left. Spit. [Pre-Chorus: Rhythmic, monotone chant, dry] Not a ghost. Not a dream. Not a glitch in the beam. I don't need water, I don't need shade. I’ve got the image. The one that stayed. [Refrain: Soft melodic whisper, intimate, no belt] She’s the end of the road, the crack in the sky. No hallucination, no beautiful lie. I see the oasis, I see the spear. Ten thousand miles just to get right here. Live Fate. Die hard. Desert king. Found the queen, lost everything. [Verse 2: Husky, mature voice, deadpan delivery] There she stands. No mirage. No wavering lines. Real heat coming off real skin. She’s got the scars I’ve seen in my sleep. An Amazon carved from the salt and the deep. She doesn't speak. She just waits. The metal in her hand... it's the anchor of my fate. Journey’s over. Drop the pack. There ain’t no way of going back. [Refrain: Soft melodic whisper, intimate, no belt] She’s the end of the road, the crack in the sky. No hallucination, no beautiful lie. I see the oasis, I see the spear. Ten thousand miles just to get right here. Live Fate. Die hard. Desert king. Found the queen, lost everything. [Outro] [Whispered] She’s real. Finally. Real. Finally. Home.
