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