I’m scared of the cool river cause it drags a little deeper everyday,
the last sight of a bruised freighter as it gives it’s broken body to the grave.
I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name,
I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.
My skin is a dead language,
A birthmark and a lexicon of scars.
And when I go I’ll be unspoken,
a breath between the streetlamps and the stars.
I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name,
I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.
My heart is a firedancer and it’s spinning in a cold, cold space,
and your eyes are the fire’s answer to the winter breathing darkly at the gates.
I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name,
I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.
I wanna ride through the desert on the only road that knows my name,
I wanna fly into Austin in the cradle of a midnight plane.

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