The Icicle Works - A Factory In The Desert lyrics

It rolls in like a cold wind, It fills me up with fear, The icy fingers clutch me, With each motion that I hear, Though diligence caress me, Deliverance unfold, The distant bells are ringing, In a small town in my soul Dream up, dream up, Let me fill your cup, I promise you the world I promise you the world, I'll love you as a factory in the desert While trying to obsess me, Her confidence falls down, I have to steal this moment to, Observe her wistful frown, But her logic is a jungle, Insecurity roams wild, The laughter's ever present, In the camp of the beguiled. Dream up, dream up, Let me fill your cup, I promise you the world I promise you the world, I'll love you as a factory in the desert Come to me, come to me, come to me,