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Intro]
Red canyons fading in the rearview glass.
Wind howling down from the mountain pass.
The needle is spinning, the compass is blind.
Leaving the map and the borders behind.
Gravity bleeds into the sand.
Floating across this silent land.
Left is right, up is down.
Miles away from any waking town.
Let it spin.
The dashboard lights are a golden haze.
Lost in the middle of a midnight maze.
Tires rolling on the ancient bone.
A king of the dust on a leather throne.
Gravity bleeds into the sand.
Floating across this silent land.
Left is right, up is down.
Miles away from any waking town.
Let it spin.
The road is a river. The river is dry.
Swimming through the ocean of the blackened sky.
No north. No south.
Just the dust in the mouth.
The shadow is stretching across the stone.
The deepest frequency, the heavy tone.
The eye is heavy, the vision is bent.
Counting the miles that the night has spent.
Gravity bleeds into the sand.
Floating across this silent land.
Left is right, up is down.
Miles away from any waking town.
Let it spin.
