A new desert life

This is where the water becomes shallow
and nothing here is quite as deep
as you hoped it would be
You wish the lines were drawn a little clearer
the tides have turned
this drought will burn
and everything is falling out of place
And drying in the sun
shriveling and shrinking
the hides are turning brown
wrinkling and stinging
As you bury yourself
Deep in the dust
of the sandiest grave you can find
it's a new desert life
To be reborn again
out of glass and of sand
and you're glimmering and you are clear
This is where
the water is shallow and nothing is as deep
as you hoped it would be
And this drought will burn
and everything's falling, everything's falling
and everything's falling
out of place . . .
And you're glimmering and you are clear.