Deserts That Have Never Cried

Tears well-up, wet my pillow Like tulip petals they fall So I press dreams - flowers In a book unread Gigolo, what can answer? My insecurity alarm bell feelings When I gaze into You’re wishing-well glazed eyes And find a book of matches Willing to set fire to our mattress Love I want to commandeer A navel port in your heart And capture a lost treasure That a corrupt banker holds In a vault if you please— We’ll open a late-night drive-in Black and white cinema screen And you’ll be a star! And I’ll sit on the hood Of your mustang car Pretending my eyes aren’t Black or purple They’re deserts that have never cried They’re deserts that have never cried They’re deserts that have never cried.