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Текст: David Wilcox. Distant Water.

It's like you pass to me this bitter cup so I can take a sip
And I know that it's likely gonna burn
But never mind the taste of it, I take what I can get
It sure is a hard way to learn

I mean look at how I sip your cup of nasty
Like I'm lucky for a taste to quench my thirst
When love creates an optical illusion
I'm gonna see it just the way it was rehearsed

If I was dying in the desert
I would see shining on the sand
True love, like distant water on dry land

I liked everything about you, except the way you treated me
But that didn't seem to matter much at first
I longed for you to fill me like a wino loves his drink
But every time you filled me with a thirst

If I was dying in the desert
I would see shining on the sand
True love, like distant water on dry land

'Cause I was looking for a goddess who could save me
So I played the worshiping fool
Colder your kindness, the more it convinced me
You're just that cool, ah

Now just look at how I sip your cup of nasty
Like I'm lucky for a taste to quench my thirst
When love creates an optical illusion
I'm gonna see it just the way it was rehearsed

If I was dying in the desert
I would see shining on the sand
True love, like distant water on dry land
True love, like distant water on dry land