Distant figures on a hill
Landscape stark and desert still
Sun is fading from my view
In altered state, I think of you
Rocks that scrape against my skin
On the outside looking in
Wondering what I thought I knew
In altered state, I think of you
A distant figure drawing near
The boy who whispers in my ear
Sharing secrets old and new
In altered state, I think of you
Alas, the light begins to fade
Of desert night, I’m not afraid
Stars are many; noises few
In altered state, I think of you
Wow.