Jeffrey Foucault - Horse Latitudes lyrics

Drifting info horse latitudes The language of thirst, a false communion The iron taste of blood In your mouth, the wild blue Dying into God's empty hands Silver the silhouette of ashes on the land The bleach white skulls of buffalo face the sun The burning sand Where the halogen halos Shine on the refugees Banded birds flying Up above and endless sea God is the mouth Of a river going dry God is a mouthful of rain A tear in your eye Singing into the belly of a whale Leviathan's ribs, a drowning jail The desert at the bottom of the sea The devil with his finger on the scale