This song always makes me homesick for dark deserts and the shadowy silhouettes of the mountains, but those are just fleeting memories now, lost and floating in and out of my dreams.
If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak
Yeah, I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues, why should I wait for anyone else?
And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday soon myself