Sometimes you are a desert
A barren dusty dream
And Im a nomad lost chasing your mirage
Through the wind and through the heat
Looking back to the young years it mustve been late midnight
I saw the colors move me and you it was clearer than a lightning strike
Clearer than a lightning strike

Its like the currents
Out in the great deep blue
Theres a force that is occuring
Its pulling me to you
Its like the currents
Its like the currents
Currents