White sand on a wooden floor
A heavy lock upon the door
The salt is thick inside the air
A kind of weight we both must bear
Settle down on the yellow wall
Wait until the hammers fall
Hold your breath in the golden heat
Until the ticking clock is beat
Oil lamps burning in the hall
Old stains bleeding down the wall
We stand still in the narrow lane
Two quiet ghosts inside the rain
Settle down on the yellow wall
Wait until the hammers fall
Hold your breath in the golden heat
Until the ticking clock is beat
Rough wool coats and heavy boots
Old trees pulling up their roots
I see the light begin to bend
Before the timer hits the end
Settle down on the yellow wall
Wait until the hammers fall
Hold your breath in the golden heat
Until the ticking clock is beat
Copper keys and iron rings
The kind of peace a desert brings
The wind is blowing through the gate
We only have a moment's wait
No more signals from the tower
Counting down the final hour
Just a look inside your eye
Underneath a bleached out sky
One last breath of desert grit
The fuse is short and now it's lit
The yellow paint is peeling fast
This quiet moment cannot last
Settle down on the yellow wall
Wait until the hammers fall
Hold your breath in the golden heat
Until the ticking clock is beat
The timer hits the zero mark.
The yellow wall turns into dark.
