Dice Lyrics

We woke up, throwing dice on wasted tables; a sort of spiritual freedom, a random significance. She moved her head, a great deal, then looked me in the eyes and said: I wanna make a rock album!
She said:
Words in a desert We're looking for.
High on the road,
We hide from the devils Of purple skies.
So kings of light:
Help us!?
Raise up your hands! And feel the time, Through the time, You'll become
A soul of a desert! ...