Wearily and weathered    lungs filled with new   there's a days worth of sky    hovering over you      no it's not the sand    nor is it the dreams   that now blow across the acres    as clothes loosen in their seems       one by one - coming undone   we scurry to be one up on the sun      You landed here with fear   Gone north and put to rest   The cross around your neck is now   Buried in your chest      Sleep for the sake of the night    And wake in the hope of finding a light      Throw your drunken hands   Across the scenery    And your drunken thoughts on temporality    Everything lay so still, almost dead   Except the blood-red sky over head      Sleep for the sake of the night   And wake in the hope, but fumble in light      Throw your sunken dreams    At the scenery    with your sunken hopes    For longevity    The country lay as still as the dead   Save the blood-red moon up ahead