They know it's 

This  blindfold 

When she crawls from the Himalayan rain 

Where the birds of prey are weapons on fire 

She's ridin' a landslide down to me 

Gettin' the desert under me 

Shakin' the dead birds from the trees 

Singing the only air we breathe 



promise in the plate glass summer 

Don't call it death  plan 

She's ridin' a landslide down to me 

Sing the shackles off of me 

Shakin' the dead birds from the trees 

the blood that I have 



Comin' to see herself again 

Comin' to sing her song again 

Comin' to watch it all 

Comin' to see herself again 

Comin' to see herself again 

Comin' to watch it all