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 And strange hands halted me, the looming shadows danced I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands
When the last light warms the rocks And the rattlesnakes unfold Mountain cats will come 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
Juste avant d'entrer dans un nouveau monde, d'ouvrir la porte, elle hésite peut-être un peu, elle se questionne, elle se prépare, elle rêve entre deux notes de musique qui la portent...
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