Lyrics

In my youth I was uncertain of the woman I could be
When my brows insist on stealin a kiss in the middle where they meet

And I've heard our story goes: where the cypress grows in rows
And in their shade the lovers lay
Only storyteller knows....

Nessa,
Can you feel me now? I'm born of your skin!
When I pluck the round of a ripened plum do you crave the juice within?
If our paths should cross in a timeless realm would you invite me in?
A hen for every hungry mouth, ‘til a new day begins

And the words came through in whispers, through the changing of a name
Like a caravan it pushes through, like a varicose vein

How you rode into the dawn with a pistol tucked under your arm
No, the plains are no keeper of a secret for too long...

Nessa,
Can you hear me now? I'm calling you in!
When dust clouds on your fabled trail I can feel it brush my skin
On those cool nights at a journey's end do ya gaze up and grin?
The stars that chase your desert thieves are the ones that tuck me in