Vultures circle sing and shake
A little lower every day
Found the water turned to wine
Like Saul the sun had struck us blind
And scorched our souls upon the sand
The sun burned holes right through our hands,
Burned holes right through our hands.
Forty days and sordid sights
Only seem to multiply
This Exodus without respite
And how can we sustain our life
When all our water’s turned to wine.
In the desert of all complacent thoughts
Nobody’s ever seen the rain, no not a single drop.
The weather, it’s much too soon to tell.
Cast your pennies down the cistern, only now
a wishing well.
Serpents circle sing and shake
A little closer every day.
Found the river ran white bone dry
Baptized beneath the barren sky
And all my brother’s fell in line
To slake their thirst on soured wine
Oh, how can we sustain our life
When all our water’s turned to wine
When every river runs white bone dry.
In the desert of all complacent thoughts
Nobody's ever seen the rain, no not a single drop.
The weather, it’s much too soon to tell.
Cast your pennies down the cistern, only now
a wishing well.
They’ll eat our bodies drink our blood,
the dust can have what’s left of us.
They’ll eat our bodies drink our blood,
the dust can have what’s left...
The dust can have what’s left!
In the desert of all complacent thoughts
Nobody’s ever seen the rain, no not a single drop.
The weather, it’s much too soon to tell.
Cast your pennies down the cistern, only now
a wishing well.
In the desert of all complacent thoughts
Nobody’s ever seen the rain, no not a single drop.
The weather, it’s much too soon to tell.
Cast your pennies down the cistern, only now
a wishing well.
Cast your pennies down the cistern, only now
a wishing well.
