The setting sun is past this point and running
Before I wake myself from dreaming
Plenty to none, it seems this war is done
My heart is only left for beating
The desert sun is gonna bury me

People line roses on the sides of the roads in
Colorful crosses, streetlight guardrails
Someplace inside me, some old life behind me
Is crawling like ivy up a twisted trail

Turn after turn, the bridges all have burned
An island longing for the city
Star-eyed concerns that give you no returns
A garden changing with the seasons
The desert sun is gonna bury me

People line roses on the sides of the roads in
Colorful crosses, streetlight guardrails
Someplace inside me, some old life behind me
Is crawling like ivy up a twisted trail