I saw the fog in the desert through a photograph
Like white doves hanging from shattered wings
The rodeo pull of your wild heart – let's tone it down please
I'll follow you down follow you down follow you
Follow you down follow you down follow you
Laughing in the face of a loaded gun you might follow your own advice
We work hard / We're not satisfied
We're not lost / We are sanctified
We lost hope / We're not socialized
We have soul / We are sanctified
I've got a photo fading in the desert sun now that all is said and done
I see the temple low and rising – I feel the system come undone
I want to follow you down follow you down follow you
Follow you down follow you down follow you
Laughing in the face of a loaded gun you might follow your own advice
Lost in the feeling / Cities are burning
