Hawks on the run
With the sound
Of a pointed gun
March to the beat
Of a crooked heart
That I must keep
No sign of my name in God's will
Do or die
Trying to get right with what's left
So much for surprise
We all got to get off
Kites in the sun
Ribbon down
Creeks of solar blood
Waltz with the trees
Touch the pulsing drums
On shoreline's feet
No sign of my name in God's will
Do or die
Trying to get right with what's left
So much for surprise
We all got to get off
Count on misfortunes to peel
Cracks in the eyelids of dawn
White capped with fear
How far can islands move on?
When lonesome the mountain will call
Ice trapped the future will hear

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