Should the images remember her<br />
And pull the threads of my expressions<br />
The songs never touched by her scented skins<br />
In regret of strong emotions<br />
<br />
She prides herself on desert skies<br />
Finds pleasures in the sunsets of her mind<br />
Drinks the weeping tears of falling men<br />
The spirit with the breath of life<br />
<br />
[Alto Saxophone solo: Gregg Rossetti]<br />
<br />
I knew before the spirit took her<br />
I saw right through her azure eyes<br />
The warm vibrations that came in floods<br />
Her songs that rained in tearful lines<br />
<br />
The sands of her... <br />
The dreams of her... <br />
The darkness of her... <br />
The spirit of her... <br />
<br />
[Vocal descant: Ceara Crandall-Johnson]