Glass panes cracked in the heat
Asphalt burns on the street
Iron hinges turn red
Words we never had said
Sinking deep in the red desert sand
Holding tight to a shaking hand
Copper wires and a garden of rust
Turning gold into silver and dust
Cactus spines touch the wall
Watch the heavy rain fall
Diesel fumes in the air
Salty wind in your hair
Sinking deep in the red desert sand
Holding tight to a shaking hand
Copper wires and a garden of rust
Turning gold into silver and dust
Water drips from the pipe
Summer fruit getting ripe
Chrome is peeling away
Changing gold into grey
Sinking deep in the red desert sand
Holding tight to a shaking hand
Copper wires and a garden of rust
Turning gold into silver and dust
Hard lines cut through the clay
Wash the memories away
Steel beams bend in the glare
Heavy weight we both bear
Hymns are humming so low
Watching traffic lights glow
Green leaves curl in the heat
Where the two highways meet
Sinking deep in the red desert sand
Holding tight to a shaking hand
Copper wires and a garden of rust
Turning gold into silver and dust
Rust in the glass
Rust in the glass
Silver and dust