Black Water Mirage / El Bandido Version

The sun’s a cataract in a bloodshot sky Counting the ribs of the cattle that die I’m trailing a shadow that isn't my own It’s got a switchblade tongue and a heart of stone We’re dancing on the edge of a jagged heat Where the ghost of the highway and the vultures meet. And the wind... it don't blow, it just crawls Like a thousand spiders on the adobe walls You’re looking for mercy? You’re looking for grace? You won’t find it here in this hollowed-out place. Oh, it’s the heavy, cold hand of a dark design Drinking the venom and calling it wine It ain't a kiss, it’s a beautiful scar Under the light of a dying star Yeah, it’s the gritty, bitter taste of a hollow shove The rusted-out, broken-down... Shape of Love. Your eyes are like oil in a puddle of rain Reflecting the hunger, reflecting the pain we’re tied to the bumper of a runaway hearse Trading our souls for a rhythmic curse The moon is a coin in a dead man's eye And the desert is singing a low lullaby. Dig a hole... Fill it with lead. The living are lonely... But so are the dead. So are the dead. Oh, it’s the heavy, cold hand of a dark design Drinking the venom and calling it wine It ain't a kiss, it’s a beautiful scar Under the light of a dying star Yeah, it’s the gritty, bitter taste of a hollow shove The rusted-out, broken-down... Shape of Love. The shape of love... It’s a jagged hole. It’s a desert fire... In a shallow soul.