Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
Thin White Rope
I love your name, it's like a bad bad flame
It is a burning thing and it's a goddamn shame
We can't follow this one home
I kiss the flies from your antelope eyes
In the dusty fields under yellow skies
But I can't take this one home
Can't take this one home...
Something moving in an airtight room
Doesn't age a moment for a year in a vacuum
But it dies on the way home
A lean hot love is sustained by drought
In the bright dry fields where they burn the wind out
And I can't take this one home
Can't take this one home...