Waiting Sheila Chandra

extrait de l'album Zen Kiss 1994 tous droits reservés à qui de droit Waiting like a desert bloom I sit at your feet like a desert bloom I sit at your feet trolling for a rain dropto fall from your lips to fall from your lips waiting to be woken and born by your calling waiting to be woken and born by your calling I'm waiting the blood red lullaby's rocking my throat the blood red lullaby's rocking my throat my whole being trembles in mimicry in mimicry to echo and savor every sound that you utter to echo and savor every sound that you utter to echo and I ride the waves of each deathly breath of each deathly breath like a desert bloom I sit at your feet and I ride the waves of each deathly breath of each deathly breath waiting to be woken and born by your calling waiting to be woken and born by your calling I'm waiting