(Instrumental)
Translation: Calexico. Hot Rail.
(feat. Marianne Dissard) I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run got myself a little goldmine to bank on but one day my heart sank when
Marco's shadow falls on the door to the 7 lost cities of gold finds a raven's head and rattler's tail dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's unwanted
Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile the city lights are closing in on him the distance grows shorter for a while he wonders what dreams
No one knows where the night can go except for the few lovers entangled and torn from the hour the stars now are starting to leave a silent moon begins
On the outskirts of expansion looking out from blueprint peak the flow is flooding of urban setters panning through rivers running dry numbers roll on
Sonic wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hear perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would never appear in the skies (disguised) change in
