I'm moving, I'm changing I'm moving, I'm changing I'm moving, I'm changing I'm moving, I'm changing I might Find myself Out in The desert's land Raise the Moon Call the dead Touch the sky Curse the sand I'm moving, I'm changing I'm moving, I'm changing I might Leave myself Out in The desert's land Like the serpent Glides from its skin With gentle moves On floors of sin I'm moving, I'm changing I'm moving, I'm changing I might Find myself Out in The desert's land Raise the Moon Call the dead Touch the sky Curse the sand