Moisture

Let it out, let me pull the shades And 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 And burning blisters on my hands Why did you take water from my well? I am dry, I sigh, take this torture from my head And how you said, the sand would burn my hands And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again Almost drowned inside your head I 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 And how you said, the sand would burn my hands And 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 And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again And how you said, the sand would burn my hands And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again