Let it out let me pull the shades

mix it up make it lemonade

I've no intention of living this way

No intention of living...

Moisture

Moisture

A thousand miles across the sand

Burning blisters on my hand

Why did you take

Water from my well

I am dry I sigh

Take this torture from my head

How you said the sand would burn my hands

How you said the sand would burn my feet again

Almost drowned inside your head

Crawled back to the shore instead

Why did you take

And drag me through your hell

I am dry, I sigh

Take this torture from my head

How you said, the sand would burn my hands

How you said, the sand would burn my feet again

Moisture

Moisture

Take this torture from my head

How you said, the sand would burn my hands

How you said, the sand would burn my feet again

How you said, the sand would burn my hands

How you said, the sand would burn my feet again