| Left my lair | |
| To the wind and the sand | |
| With blood on my lips | |
| And silver in hand | |
| And I'm weary and stumbling | |
| In the desert heat | |
| Where raindrops, they burn up | |
| Before they reach your cheek | |
| Your cheek, your cheek | |
| And if you see my love | |
| And if you see my love | |
| And if you see my love | |
| Tell her I'm done |