Red Clay
Phantom Ships
GENRE Wandering the desert seven days all alone
Flask on my hip, dry as a bone
Sweat in my eyes, vultures in the sky;
This is where it ends
Walking in circles in the red clay dream
The arms of infinity lay before me
My bloodshot eyes, the blood-red sky;
This is where it ends
This is where it ends
Flask on my hip, dry as a bone
Sweat in my eyes, vultures in the sky;
This is where it ends
Walking in circles in the red clay dream
The arms of infinity lay before me
My bloodshot eyes, the blood-red sky;
This is where it ends
This is where it ends
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