时间：2014-01-01
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Far from Any Road (From"True Detective") - Flies on the Square Egg
Written by：B. Sparks/R. Sparks
From the dusty mesa
Her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly
Towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin
My fingers ran with blood
In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus
Bloom
And strange hands halted me the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the
Trembling hands
Ohh
When the last light warms the rocks
And the rattlesnakes unfold
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones
And rise with me forever
Across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes
And the wind will be my hands
Ohh
