Hanging low a beaming ray of Aztec moon
And throwing down a glow on this flourescent tomb
And cooling off and phasing out the chlorine bed
Shadows out the walls of sun-baked clay adobe red
Void of movement, void of feeling, void of life
Channel crackles, Spanish chirps in the night
Don't feel sour in your far window bed
Don't be bothered by no words in your head
And the sun goes down in just an hour
So bring a pretty stem of flowers
And make what's dead come alive
And for the long and lonely ride
Ancient highways
Desert dust, diamond lit sky
Like some lost planet
Never breathes any life
And barely moving
Broken wheels bend and crawl
Tucked away and stuck in
Nylon seats until dawn
Wake me up when you can hear
And the sound of people getting near
And where what's dead become alive
And ends our long and lonely ride
Looking low as so much life around us blooms
Life from heaven smiles down on this room
Some parade of colours
Marching on, music plays
Morning slips to evening
Falls through holes in between days
And you can lose another year
Where the pictures perfect here
And where what's dead come alive
And where your love comes alive