How the desert is more tender, and the cactus kisses better!
I have come to the middle of nowhere
to cry out,
that you never deserved...
I have come running,
in forgetting about you,
Give me a kiss, little birdy,
Don't be afraid, hummingbird!
I have come to the scorching desert
to burn up,
Because your whole soul catches fire when
you fall out of love...