Between Days Red House Painters

Hanging low, a big embrace of Aztec moon
And throwing down a glow on this fluorescent tune
And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed
Shadows at 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 the far window there
Don't be bothered by the words in your head

Well, the sun goes down in just an hour
So bring a pretty stem of flowers
And make what's dead come alive
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
The sound of people getting near
Where what's dead becomes alive
And there's a long and lonely ride

Looking low as so much life around us thins
Life from heaven smiles down on this room
Some parade of colors marching on, music trails
Morning slips to evening, falls through holes in between days