dishwalla
moisture
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