Close Behind - Calexico

High atop radio towers

Sky darkens in the final hours

Marie, wrings her praying hands

Don’t see why the spirit won’t understand

While lines are crossed

Hope’s broken at the knees

And at a loss

The world’s made of dust

And dust it will return

Sniper surveys the scene

Angel chorus won’t intervene

Takes her child to the river’s edge

And let’s her-go to the depths

Where dark waters flow

A singing tide

Pulls her to the edge and hypnotize

Samn any fool willing to believe

There’s no hand behind any of this

What’s it gonna take, force the cycle to break

And skut it down before it makes another round

Sworn in on an oath the lies

Swat away a halo of flies

Fast track vision deceives

The storm on the horizon