I step off the train,
I'm walking down your street again,
and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain.
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain.
Back on the train,
I ask why did I come again.
and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain.
I step off the train,
I'm walking down your street again,
and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain.
and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain. (deserts miss the rain)