Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
As the dust that floats high in June
We're moving through Kashmir
With no provision but an open face
‘Long the straits of fear
I can fly
And no deny
Fly
Fly
All i see turns to brown
All i see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
Burn
Burn
And my eyes fill with sand
My eyes fill with sand
As i scan this wasted land
This wasted land
All i see turns to brown
Trying to find
As the sun burns the ground
Trying to find
Trying to find
Where I've been
Trying to find
Trying to find
Trying to find
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
Trying to find
As i scan this wasted land
Well i’m down, so down
