Nightmares die
When I turn their heads to the sand
And the pain will restore
By kiss of death
But love wanted more
To kill itself
As I kissed you
The southern skies
Majestic weight feeds the dust
Of this place, a memory in a photograph
And then, I lick the wounds and plead insane again
After the service I
Resigned to home
And I kissed you
And I kissed you
And the silence I take
To this ravine
Is building up speed
Nearing the end
What keeps the world sane?
Tell me sometime
Muzzle to muzzle to sacrifice
My anger turns to a river crawls hungry, hungry
A mountain ravine is no real divide
Appeared at my desk nursing your yellow fever
Dinglers Horses was produced by Gazpacho.