Painted sands, new in town
You weren't hiring, but I was looking
In those days, my working days
Came in from Green Place, not from the Gulf

Oh, my love, was it all in vain?
We always wanted desert, now the desert's not the same
In a quiet moment at the theater, I could hear the sand
Deep inside the desert, your memory remains

Furiosa, Furiosa
I'm on the dark side of your room
Furiosa, Furiosa
Well, I hope you feel like loving someone soon

Crooked sands, petty cop
Not on the team yet, but it was cooking
In those days, the burning days
The one from Wastes, not from the Gulf

Oh, my love, was it all in vain?
We always wanted desert, now the desert's not the same
In a quiet moment at the theater, I could feel your pain
Deep inside the wasteland, your memory remains

Furiosa, Furiosa
I'm on the dark side of your room
Furiosa, Furiosa
Well, I hope you feel like loving someone soon

Book of deserts
Wasteland people, and
Sand apocalypse, and
The big skull, and
Make female times
Ando deserts, and
Whirling crossroads
Long exposures, and
These two deserts go west and east
Let me bring you my masterpiece
You're the author of everything
Use this voice and let it sing

Furiosa, Furiosa
I'm on the dark side of your room
Furiosa, Furiosa
Well, I hope you feel like loving someone soon