Far from Any Road (From "True Detective")

From the dusty mesa

Her looming shadow grows

Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote

She twines her spines up slowly

Towards the boiling sun

And when I touched her skin

My fingers ran with blood.

In the hushing dusk

Under a swollen silver moon

I came walking with the wind

To watch the cactus bloom

And strange hands halted me

The looming shadows danced.

I fell down to the thorny brush

And felt a trembling hand.

When the last light warms the rocks

And the rattlesnakes unfold

Mountain cats will come

To drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever

Across the silent sand

And the stars will be your eyes

And the wind will be my hands