Wasteland, Wasteland

I’m going to Wasteland

I’ve a stronger pull I cannot share

I’ve a stronger pull that we all share

I’ll fall asleep around teatime

And wake up in Wasteland, Wasteland

Wasteland during teatime

I’ll feed my curious hunger

And I’ll feed my curious thirst

I’ll feed my eyes, I’ll feed my head

I’m going to Wasteland

Wasteland, Wasteland

 

Oh sing me a song, and lull me to sleep

My hometown is waiting for me to fall back

So read me a poem, and sing me a song

So soon I’ll be back

In the wonders of Wasteland

Oh sing me a song, and lull me to sleep

My body of water is waiting for Wasteland

I’m spilling all over, I’m dripping all over

This body of water

Desires the sea

This body of green

Desires new seeds

My imagination is wasted down here

So fruitful and fertile

Demanding new

Wasteland