Soothe me at the yucca's feet
Taste the salt of salt and sand
Feel the burn
I know you can
Deep, deep in my mind
Hear about god's heavenly spies
Speak about rolling skies

Here comes the rust

Deep, deep in my mind
Took a dose from the crooked man
Spit it back in his fisted hand
Smells like rust

Take a breath for me
Take a breath by the salton sea

Taste the sweet of salt and sand
Feel the burn
I know you can
Take a breath for me

Let me feel her peace

You've seen the winter drop from behind my fisted eyes
Now hear about the salton spies
Speak about rolling skies' highs

Composição: Eric Campuzano / The Prayer Chain / Wayne Everett