Save your prayers for the AlamonLet the stars guide you down these roadsnSave your prayers for the AlamonLet the stars guide you down these roadsnShe is brokennHe is walking awaynWe are distantnWe are disappearing nnAnd I wonder what language do you dream in?nAnd I wonder what country do you call your own? x3nnSave your prayers for the AlamonLet the stars guide you down these roadsnSave your prayers for the AlamonLet the stars guide you down these roadsnHe says “its pure desert”nShe says “its pure dry desire, I’ve seen it myself walking away, distant disappearing”nnAnd I wonder what language do you dream in?nAnd I wonder what country do you call your own? x3n