Lyric

Wind hiss on my face

Sand in the seams

Low bowed note

Crawling under me

Sun on the ridge

Cuts like glass

Tongue all cotton

Days move fast

I taste the dust

I wear the hours

Every breath

Costs me power

But the sky leans low

And it turns to gold

My knees are dust

Still I hold

Golden dust on my cracked lip

Golden dust, I let it hit

Dry wind, but I don’t quit

Golden dust on my cracked lip

Boots full of heat

Tracks fade behind

No water left

Still I climb

The west burns slow

On my tired skin

And every scar

Starts glowing in

But the sky leans low

And it turns to gold

My knees are dust

Still I hold

Golden dust on my cracked lip

Golden dust, I let it hit

Dry wind, but I don’t quit

Golden dust on my cracked lip

Let the dark come close

Let the desert sing

I was running empty

Now I’m lit within

One last breath

One long glow

I was nearly gone

Now I know

Golden dust on my cracked lip

Golden dust, I let it hit

Dry wind, but I don’t quit

Golden dust on my cracked lip