Moisture

Dishwalla

Let it out let me pull the shades



mix it up make it lemonade



I've no intention of living this way



No intention of living...



Moisture



Moisture



A thousand miles across the sand



Burning blisters on my hand



Why did you take



Water from my well



I am dry I sigh



Take this torture from my head



How you said the sand would burn my hands



How you said the sand would burn my feet again



Almost drowned inside your head



Crawled back to the shore instead



Why did you take



And drag me through your hell



I am dry, I sigh



Take this torture from my head



How you said, the sand would burn my hands



How you said, the sand would burn my feet again



Moisture



Moisture



Take this torture from my head



How you said, the sand would burn my hands



How you said, the sand would burn my feet again



How you said, the sand would burn my hands



How you said, the sand would burn my feet again