Temples

Heading for the edge of town in the dead of night

Hurricane of dust behind in the fading light

Heading for the edge of the world in a shattered sky

Never been afraid to say my last goodbye

Roll through holy mountains

Cool wind and lemonade

Diamonds grow in the streets without a name

Chasing a mirage

Burning all that I treasure

Talking to the birds

Weeping under the temple

I sold my soul

I cry no more

Following a lonely star as my only guide

Daughter of the desert sun, I could be your bride

Roll through holy mountains

Cool wind and lemonade

Diamonds grow in the streets without a name

Chasing a mirage

Burning all that I treasure

Talking to the birds

Weeping under the temple

Chasing a mirage

Burning all that I treasure

Talking to the birds

Weeping under the temple

Chasing a mirage

Burning all that I treasure

Talking to the birds

Weeping under the temple

I sold my soul

I cry no more