"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