Lyrics Horse Latitudes - Jeffrey Foucault

Horse Latitudes

Drifting info horse latitudes
The language of thirst, a false communion
The iron taste of blood
In your mouth, the wild blue
Dying into God’s empty hands
Silver the silhouette of ashes on the land
The bleach white skulls of buffalo face the sun
The burning sand
Where the halogen halos
Shine on the refugees
Banded birds flying
Up above and endless sea
God is the mouth
Of a river going dry
God is a mouthful of rain
A tear in your eye
Singing into the belly of a whale
Leviathan’s ribs, a drowning jail
The desert at the bottom of the sea
The devil with his finger on the scale