Far From Any Road (Be My Hand) - Andrew Bird

From the dusty mesa

Her looming shadow grows

Hidden in the poison creosote

In the hushing dusk

Under a swollen silver moon

I came walking with the wind

To watch the cactus bloom

She twines her spines up slowly

Towards the boiling sun

And when I touched her skin

My fingers ran with blood

Then rise with me forever

Across the silent sands

And the stars will be your eyes

And the wind will be my hand, will be my hand

A strange hunger haunted me The looming shadows danced

I fell down to the thorny brush

And felt a trembling hand

And when the last light warms the rocks

And the rattlesnakes unfold

Cats will come to drag away your bones

She twines her spines up slowly

Towards the boiling sun

And when I touched her skin

My fingers ran with blood

Oh, rise with me forever

Across the silent sands

And the stars will be your eyes

And the wind will be my hand, will be my hand