From the dusty may sun
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 wal

Born and set for the river
With an oath to carry our old
We will follow their sound and never be heard
And always steer clear of the road

What will we do with the bodies?
What will we do with the bodies?
What will we do with the bodies?
We'll be rolling down the riv

If I’d never spoke to you
And reached out from the dark
Would there be a plot for me?
How would it even start?

How long has it been since we
Counted all the stars
Or drifted into empty thoughts
Of times that we’d forgot?

We'll catch up later but you’re gone