Marissa Nadler River of Dirt

would ride away and get a circus I was your lover, you were my plan I told you that you were my sun and my sand We would 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 an elf And I m sad to the bones that are 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 re oh so painfully alone Burdened by rivers of