Lyrics
horses in the meadow by the highway side, and a church of christ in a double-wide, clouds overhead are ghostly gray, it snowed a little but it didn't stay, red-winged blackbird on a mileage sign, ghost town gutted like a dried-up mine, stark faces in the windows of a speeding train, we love our blindness and we love our pain, standing by the lake sucking poison mist, lungs clenched tight like an angry fist, picking at sores in the hope they heal, hungry and harrowed and caught in the wheel, i feel these serpents of desire, ripple my skin like ropes of fire, all i ever wanted, all along, was to be the "you" in somebody's song, seven dances for the spirits, running a race, running a race, seven dances for the saints, running a race, running a race, looking for the stillness in the womb of space, boundless, boundless, boundless, the howling wind, it sings to me, the sky looks troubled but i feel free, visions and feeling and ink on my hands, you can travel forever and never land, in the crashing chaos where stars are born, the strong get fed and the weak get torn, look at that cosmos eating its tail, circled like the lip of the holy grail, seven dances for the spirits, running a race, running a race, seven dances for the saints, running a race, running a race, looking for the stillness in the womb of space, boundless, boundless, boundless, seven dances for the spirits, running a race, running a race, seven dances for the saints, running a race, running a race, looking for the stillness in the womb of space, boundless, boundless, boundless
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Artist: cockburn, bruce