From the dusty mesa ; Her looming shadow grows Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote She twines her spines up slowly ; Towards the boiling sun And when I touched her skin ; My fingers ran with blood In the hushing dusk , under a swollen silver moon I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom A strange hunger haunted me , the looming shadows danced I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand When the last light warms the rocks ; And the rattlesnakes unfold Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones And rise with me forever ; Across the silent sand And the stars will be your eyes ; And the wind will be my hands