sometimes you are a desert a barren dusty dream and im a nomad lost chasing your mirage through the wind and through the heat looking back to the young years it mustve been late midnight i saw the colors move me and you it was clearer than a lightning strike clearer than a lightning strike its like the currents out in the great deep blue theres a force that is occuring its pulling me to you its like the currents its like the currents currents