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http://viningsnaturalhealthcentre.co.uk/art-self-care-free-talks/?profile=green Hard not to think of the quiet parts of this song staring out into the desert as the sun begins to slant into the horizon.

See the sun rise over her skin
Don’t change it.
See the sun rise over her skin
Dawn changes everything.

Mississippi and the cotton wool heat
Sixty-six – a highway speaks
Of deserts dry
Of cool green valleys
Gold and silver veins
All the shining cities.

See the sunrise over her skin
She feels like water in my hand.
Freeway like a river
Cuts through this land
Into the side of love
Like a burning spear
And the poison rain
Brings a flood of fear
Through the ghost-ranch hills
Death Valley waters
In the towers of steel
Belief goes on and on
In this heartland
In this heartland.