The Rhythm Of The Heat

Looking out the window I see the red dust clear High up on the red rock Stands the shadow with the spear The land here is strong Strong beneath my feet it feeds on the blood it feeds on the heat The rhythm is below me The rhythm of the heat The rhythm is around me The rhythm has control The rhythm is inside me The rhythm has my soul The rhythm of the heat The rhythm of the heat The rhythm of the heat The rhythm of the heat Drawn across the plainland To the place that is higher Drawn into the circle That dances round the fire We spit into our hands And breathe across the palms Raising them up high Held open to the sun Self-conscious, uncertain I'm showered with the dust The spirit enters into me And I . . . submit . . . to trust Smash the radio No outside voices here Smash the watch Cannot tear the day to shreds Smash the camera Cannot steal away the spirits The rhythm is around me The rhythm has control The rhythm is inside me The rhythm has my soul