picking cactus flowers

I'd like to run in the desert sand and never sweat a drop
Feel the heat on my hands and never have it stop
If only for a moment now I could feel this way,
I would not relent, I would not resist or wait another day


To tell you all the ways I need
To know more than things I read
To learn the truths that make my heart bleed
I would run all the way

I want catch the rain on the tip of my tongue
I want to keep playin and hear songs I've written sung
I want to find the hug that never lets me go
I want to lie on the rug and watch the ceiling fan blow

And tell you all the ways I need
To know more than things I read
To learn the truths that make my heart bleed
I would run all the way

I want to hold everything as close to me as I can
I want to give everthing, the most I can stand
I want to make sure that things turn out just right
I want to go further than the edge of my frail sight

And tell you all the ways I need
To know more than things I read
To learn the truths that make my heart bleed
I would run all the way

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