Anniversary (feat. Celia Chavez)

Who Says the owl outside my window Who Do you think you are where will you go It's been three hundred sixty five dry days And the desert's got a mercenary way Of stripping you Down to your bones Run Is my instinct oh so strong Run to the bright horizon And the desert's gonna help me clear my head When the sunrise turns the sky to red I remember How far I've come If I ever think to double back Oh no no, the landscape is too cold Dress again in city black Oh no no, I'd rather pan For gold Dust What we're made of, what we'll become Dust clouds the bright horizon The wind can raise a devil made of sand To tear the future from my hands Gotta hold on fast Stay on this road If I ever think to double back Oh no no, the landscape is too cold Dress again in city black Oh no no, I'd rather pan For gold And an anniversary's a funny thing With weathered hands no trace of rings The day still stings The bell still tolls The day still stings The bell still tolls Who