Should the images remember her
And pull the threads of my expressions
The songs never touched by her scented skins
In regret of strong emotions
She prides herself on desert skies
Finds pleasures in the sunsets of her mind
Drinks the weeping tears of falling men
The spirit with the breath of life
[Alto Saxophone solo: Gregg Rossetti]
I knew before the spirit took her
I saw right through her azure eyes
The warm vibrations that came in floods
Her songs that rained in tearful lines
The sands of her
The dreams of her
The darkness of her
The spirit of her
[Vocal descant: Ceara Crandall-Johnson]