In the high winds
On the plains of your milky skin
In the ice your grandmother sleeps
Through the herds of my hands and your naked feet
All my life turn me on midnight rose
Red violent eyes cut me up good
Stains that wash away
In the cool wind
Sketches of the past
In the name of your mother's kin
Faces you can't trace
In the ice your memory creaks
Colors that outlast
Through the herds of my heart and your naked feet
All my life turn me on midnight rose
Red violent eyes cut me up good