Que hable la música VI. Trock.

You're the water in the ocean, that i can't drink

the mirage in the desert, when you're mind is on the brink

you're the land of the legends, far off to the East

forbidden, unsanctioned, you're Mecca...to me

You're the Dynasty China, too frigile to use

the pawn of temptation, that i must refuse

you're the fruit on the tall branch, of the Joshua Tree

for as much as i want you, you're Mecca to me

Say that you'll meet me tonight

this side of the moon

beyond all the boundaries before us

someday we'll walk in the sun

blessed and free

against all we know...

You're the voices of the prophets, that i can't hear

the miles from the river, that just disappears

someday we'll build a castle, that looks to the sea

but until that great moment you're Mecca to me

Kiss The Black Stone for luck, and i know what i'll see

a shadow from light moving by

the look on your face, and the love in my heart

won't subside

You're the sacred illusion in my mind's eye

the haji to the desert, and i don't know why

when the heat tries to temper, the love that i see

you're the shrine of my heart and you're Mecca to me.