I should have died in the desert Found the pure without measure Lost my limits of pressure Broke my selfish pride All the angels were quiet with their questions They glowed black with obsidian confessions Lay your bones on the desert floor The stars are calling us home Winds blow here, now the echoes of grief return to stone Where the desert claims its throne Blowing dirt, and a moth still flies by me Different world, but the same song still plays Ring a gold bell, all of the blue All the evil is gone and removed I should have died in the desert Found the pure without measure Lost my limits of pressure Broke my selfish pride All the angels were quiet with their questions They glowed black with obsidian confessions Lay your bones on the desert floor The stars are calling us home Winds blow here, now the echoes of grief return to stone Where the desert claims its throne