How Hard It Is for a Desert to Die
I hear your laugh in my laughter
An old photograph that I've never seen
Where each set of eyes finds a different camera
Shining like the sun on the rain
I follow the wires to the horizon
There's zero chance that I'm going to cry
I think that fame is a misunderstanding
How hard is it for a desert to die?
Writer/s: Jeffrey Scot Tweedy
