The Drought I Lyrics

It's a dance on the sand
an unsettling sight
her head crumple into the soil

Uncovered breasts
And the sea foam washes her hair
No end to the drought.


How long can she hold on?
The stretch of biting lips is unknown
already devised escaping this place

The diver on the beach
saw it all in broad daylight,
Ground-nesting carnivores in sight

Her grey head scarf hovering on the water,
Caress the waves


Falling into a daydream with her head on the sand
and her back to the ocean.
Let it come, so unbothered, her back to the ocean
and her crown on the sand
It will pass like a daydream, Let it come.


How long can she hold on?
The stretch of biting lips is unknown
already devised escaping this place.
It`s pointless, pointless!


When she moans her fear is growing
and when they pound their urge is piling
On her face the humility rising
They think it's exciting

How long can you hold on?
The stretch of tearing skin is unknown
Already foiled her escape, a futile attempt


They infiltrate her front canal
pillaging the substance of her soul
Rotation of heads, collaboration of soaks,
they found her by chance, by chance!


The waves can`t help to fight it off, withhold until they had enough

Falling into a daydream with her head on the sand
and her back to the ocean
Let it come, so unbothered, her back to the ocean
and her crown on the sand
It will pass like a daydream, Let it come.

(Just let it come, just fall)

How long, daydream how long?