…From the dusty mesa Her looming shadow grows Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote She twines her spines up slowly…
…From the dusty mesa Her looming shadow grows Hidden in the poison creosote In the hushing dusk Under a swollen silver moon I came…
…From the dusty mesa Her looming shadow grows Hidden in the poison creosote In the hushing dusk Under a swollen silver moon I came…
…[Verse 1] From the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote She twines her spines up…
…From the dusty mesa Her looming shadow grows Hidden in the branches Of the poison creosote She twines her spines up slowly…