she's calling me from across the land
across the corridors of stone, rocks and sand
the empty expanse which separates us now
will soon dwindle as we journey to Tankwa Town

the desert can be harsh but maybe she can be tamed
or better put, respected, as she lets you have your way
to stare into her milky eyes, star studded and moon-rising
and hold her close as you whisper "You are truly mesmerising"

and when the sun has set on a week
where i hope only love, respect and care, of we speak
you, my darling, my sandy treat
will have nothing left from me but prints from my feet

two souls that swim in the same dusty bowl
may miss each as they toil and roll
in a sandy and rocky desert wonderland
where mutants are djs at a soon burning jam

but i would find you at a temple which stood proud and tall throughout
before we lay in a pyramid peak while moon and stars had a luminous bout
funk and our own embrace added little charms
to the trinkets of journey littered in our ***** desert palms

as we wandered and lay across the desolate expanse
it was clear that tankwa town had sparked a dry-lipped romance
overwhelming sensations from beginning to end
tipped off by the thousand kisses that your lips did so perfectly lend