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