Santa Fe Lyrics

Screen turn on

Screen turn on

Mourning doves and flying bugs

They dance around my dying buzz

Till my screen turns on

Screen, stay on

Focus on

Low horizon lines stretch wide

And canyon walls lay side to side

But my screen's still on

Memories repeating on a constant loop all day

Leave my eyes as numb and dry as this Best Western ashtray

I remember this room. This consecrated tomb, floating away

Will you still remember me when I get back from Santa Fe?

Screen, please be gone

Screen makes me feel wrong

The string holding the world unties

Creating these painted desert skies

Til my screen turns on

I lift my coat to shield this paper bag all soaked in rain

Enclosed, the blood of antichrist is coursing through my veins

Unbroken bread and rotten fruit leave this bleached out bedding stained

Across the dark motel room, doves and shadows spell your name

My banished hands and knees are marked with rug-burn, marked with shame

Because I thought my holy promised land would still remain

But my entire kingdom's laying trampled in the rain, in the rain

As I start my car at dawn, and drive north through the western plains

I wonder with my remaining thoughts whether you have moved away

And, will you remember me when I get back from Santa Fe?