Tuareg Dancehall

Last one coming at the heel of the pack
His tracks covered over as the wind blew back from here

Dreams of the trickle that flow down inside her
A cool cold water that will always deny her tears

Circles of silver, she sang in the band
She was the firstborn, the first in the sand
dancing 2x

She sang trust in the rain, trust in the spheres
never had wonder coming out of her ears though

Turn crosses in the sand to forget it all
Shake a good love at the Tuareg Dancehall

She feels a cold has come, even in the searing sun
the desert is open wide at night

Her brother seems to her, ??? (that Berber?)
She holds the reigns; her horse’s mane is falling out
she hides her face and hopes for rain to fall in shrouds
She would’ve made it all the way to the dance hall
where a star streaked (?) heaven (…)
Tuck it down all night busy and wanting
She wears the ring, my sister sings a song of doubt
she loves him well, but cannot hear his loving mouth
Oh will the wind please whip a way back through the dunes
don’t want to lie in ruined bones and shifting tombs
First one coming at the head of the pack
His face mussed (?) over
And his eyes are black with fear
Wild white water rushing … ?
He was trying to find his ruby in the desert and eyes I (?)
Needless to say he had said it before
She was the firstborn, the first on the floor
Dancing 2x
She do what she must do, and she do it well
I’ll do it for her, I’m your (?) baby can’t you tell
Then I pitched up a horse and I climbed the wall
Found her in the down(?) at the Tuareg Dancehall
Oh
Here she never knows
Her feet are sore before she goes from there
And when she’s sore, she always screams
steps more when she’s done at the dance
Till she’s done at the dance
Till she’s done at the dance
dance hall
when she’s done at the dance hall