I find myself on scorching sands,
Where scorpions crawl beside my hands
And where the clouds do not set free
A drop to quench the sun in me.
From high above, the daylight star
Has dried the waters near and far;
My lips are parched, but I can't see
A drop to quench the sun in me.
A camel glares as I inch by
On blistered knees that beg to die,
While heaven sends toward the sea
A drop to quench the sun in me.
When dawn arrives, it clears the night,
And I escape toward the light.
When I wake up, I plainly see
A glass to quench the sun in me.