This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
In this desert, once a city stood,
In this desert, once a city stood, what became of it, this wandering?
This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
Wandering, wandering, wandering, this heart.
Yesterday, all seemed formless, a voice startled me,
Yesterday, all seemed formless, a voice startled me.
I asked, who are you? I asked, who are you?
It replied, wandering.
This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
In this desert, once a city stood,
In this desert, once a city stood, what became of it, this wandering?
This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
Wandering, wandering, wandering, this heart.
When a stranger's gust inquired the cause of my sorrow,
When a stranger's gust inquired the cause of my sorrow,
On the desert's soaked sand, on the desert's soaked sand,
I wrote, wandering.
This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
In this desert, once a city stood,
In this desert, once a city stood, what became of it, this wandering?
This heart, this frantic heart of mine, why has it dimmed, this wandering?
Wandering, wandering, wandering, this heart.
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