Polydipsia

I look into the sky, sand in my hands, infinite grains (drought throat)
But when I get up looking at the horizon (relief away)
I’m no longer a slave of light
And being blind makes me a better listener

That chest valve consumes me
In the uncertainty of a certairn (emptiness)
I found myself, lost on my own hurricane

Drunk in words
Spilling the bottle until the last drop
I’m a cop arresting me for my own crime
Inspecting the facts panoramically
I realized that i’m thirst for you

Perspiration, the scalding sun, and these moving clouds (dry throat)
And tiredness leads me to movement
While the constant torment makes me sick

Drunk in words
Spilling the bottle until the last drop
I’m a cop arresting me for my own crimes
Inspecting the facts panoramically
I realized that i’m thirst for you

The effort goes away
And lull follows me along
In that unusual dance, I escape
From that trance, I escape
From that trance

Sailing is no longer enough
When my compass does not point to you