Peter Gabriel Come Talk to Me

The wretched desert takes it s form, The jackal proud and tight, In search of you I feel my way, Through slowest heaving night Whatever fear invents, I swear it make no sense I reach out through the border fence Come down, come talk to me In the swirling curling storm of desire Unuttered words hold fast With reptile tongue the lightning lashes Towers built to last Darkness creeps in like a thief And offers no relief Why are you shaking like a leaf Come on, come talk to me Ah please talk to me Won t you p