Life in the desert of rain We are the people who live on this plain Waking and sleeping we wander alone Through the wind, the sand and the stones And the rain flashes glimmers of gold To pleasure our eyes in the cold No long - ago songs to poison our souls And tomorrow never unfolds ^{Our home is the desert of rain} Here are no paintings Here spin no tales Here lives no poet There's no hiding ourselves Hard are the flints of our hearts They link us together and keep us apart My path crossed yours in the dark We touched and both saw the spark And the spark grew to flame and white heat As our spirits awoke to a thundering beat And the drum sings the language of time Where your rivers flow into mine (a glow is in the desert of rain) Here is a painting Here spins a tale Here is a poem Here's a shelter for us You move on, you move on... Beyond the horizon you're gone And the rain flashes glimmers of gold But I'm cold, i'm freezing cold And cold is the blade that cuts deep From the shadows of you to my waking sleep And the drum says a tale has been born While i live like a flame in a storm ^{Our home is the desert of rain} You'll be the painting You'll be the tale You'll be the poem I will tell to myself