True Detective_Musica

Love the dusty mason, her looming shadow grows Hidden in the branches of the northern creosote She blinds us by the glowing, scorching, boiling sun And when I touch her skin, my fingers run blood Where's the land I once belonged to rather than make a home? And when you try to touch me, you try to blow me apart And when you lie beneath the weather, and the rocks collide with the sand And the stars will be blind, and the wind blows in my hand Thanks for watching!