Tea in the Sahara

alice-quinn-at-oxford:

mixtape for @they-called-me-the-hyacinth-girl, song 4 of 12

My sisters and I
Have one wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please don’t ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky

We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession

Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you

 

The young man agreed

He would satisfy their need
So they danced for his pleasure
With a joy you could not measure
They would wait for him here
The same place every year
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly

 

Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you

 

The sky turned to black
Would he ever come back?
They would climb a high dune
They would pray to the moon
But he’d never return
So the sisters would burn
As their eyes searched the land
With their cups full of sand

 

Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you
Tea in the Sahara with you


Tea in the Sahara