Some nights I lay awake
Thinking of ethereal being
Of laying in the soft desert
On a New Mexico night
Where everything is so clear
Not complicated like this heart
That beats inside it's hollow cage
Recessed deep in my chest
Breathing, I'm bleeding softly
A shallow mist of red
The color was never enough
To make me turn away
The pain was never enough
To bring my anger to an end
One star after another
Glowing it's soft, white, light
And dying a million lifetimes away
Think of the beautiful explosion
Right before the flame enfolds
Everything it has given life to
In the bright, New Mexico, night
Where the artist in you
Is made into a celestial being
The truth in a sea of lies
