marissa nadler river of dirt

by joana linda I was your lover, you were my plan I told you that you were the sun in the sand But we d ride away and get a circus job And I d fly away, become a bird of song El camino, take me home El camino, take me home You are a jester and I am elf And I m sad to the bones that It s stocked upon my shelf Take me back to the river of dirt Take me back to the river of dirt Built of the veins, and the flesh and the bones We are all so painfully alone Burn in the rivers of dirt and fire We return to the