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On the sixth day
When the word came
We began our journey
We would not break the promise
Lonely
Hasten to the sh*reline
Just in time to see them sail away
All the times when we lay sleepless
And the weather made no sense
Challenge your hands to capture
These landscapes, holy days
Landscapes of dunes and red skies
There is only one horizon
Rolling thunder
This wilderness of longing
Tangled up forever
Hold me for a while my love
I can hardly hear you
Heal me, feel my love
So I find your breast against mine
Is this the slow tango?
I have no regrets my love
I let you press
I forget the rest
But I feel it like the rushing dove
That beats against the hands of time
With pounding heart... again
Is this the slow tango?
I have no regrets my love