From the recording Moving Pictures
Lyrics
Those Santa Fe hills, how they glow
Like the sun setting fire to heaven's coals
If you ever hear the call
You'd be lucky to get lost
In a liminal romance
With this ghost ranch
Dry, dusty branches and bleached bones
I can love them as well as any home
So if you ever hear the call
You'd be lucky to get lost
In a liminal romance
With this ghost ranch
The light here, even when it's faint
Casts more colors than I even have paints
If you ever hear the call
You'd be lucky to get lost
In a liminal romance
With this ghost ranch
