Chaser from Riding Roughshod by T.G. Olson

Take it on faith or pick it apart
Whatever soothes what's ailing you
Fell hard on your heart from the start
I got nothing but love for you
Take some space hope you don't drift too far
At what point is no return?
Walking through the low, low places
Wasted on the dark
Walking through the low, low places
Searching for a spark
Wandering through the high, high mesas
The red rock is burning
Take it on faith like religion
Pick it apart like bones in the desert
You got to make a living
To build a boat for your dying
Sailing right into a hurricane of your namesake
Serendipity
Oh you kill me
Yeah you kill me
Resurrecting
It's all spinning
Walking through the low, low places
Wasted on the dark
Looking down from the high, high mesa
The rivers are running red
Do you ever worry?
Will me make it?
After all that's been said and done

• Rock
• ambient
• desert rock
• doom
• drone
• metal
• United States