Lyrics
From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom

strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny [bad word] and felt a trembling hand

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
Mountain cats [bad word] to drag away your bones

And rise with me forever across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands