- cifra
As the water finds the cracks
Birds pick the highways clean
Crucifix across my shoulder blades
Got your name tattooed between
So you say the root is dry
As you flash the old-time camera
And hide your songs of anguish
In dying language
Never saw no rainbow sign
No meaning was I offered
To love is to pay
Lay your wealth upon the altar
So we share a couple songs
Here in the desert hotel
While they're tearing up the highway
Here to Santa Bell
Never saw no rainbow sign
No meaning was I offered
To love is to pay
Lay your wealth upon the altar
