Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the screen of weathered white
Drinking the heat of double light
He stands beside the rusted gate
Patiently leaning, content to wait
Oh, the twin suns burn the golden sand
Guarding the ghost of a hollow land
Keep the reel spinning, keep the light low
Watching the desert where the cacti grow
He wears a coat of heavy hide
With a cold iron resting inside
He speaks to the thorns of the desert rose
While the dry wind of the wasteland blows
Oh, the twin suns burn the golden sand
Guarding the ghost of a hollow land
Keep the reel spinning, keep the light low
Watching the desert where the cacti grow
He calls the Opuntia by its name
Tending the brush like a steady flame
He waters the roots with a silver flask
Doing the only remaining task
The projector hums a steady beat
Sinking deep in the summer heat
The paint is peeling from the frame
Every long shadow looks the same
He checks the perimeter, step by step
Keeping the promise that he once kept
The drive-in is empty, the lot is bare
But he treats the ruins with tender care
Oh, the twin suns burn the golden sand
Guarding the ghost of a hollow land
Keep the reel spinning, keep the light low
Watching the desert where the cacti grow
He plants a seed in the salty clay
Waiting for rain at the end of day
A botanist soul in a gunfighter's skin
Waiting for the midnight show to begin
Oh, the twin suns burn the golden sand
Guarding the ghost of a hollow land
Keep the reel spinning, keep the light low
Watching the desert where the cacti grow
Salty clay, red soil.
The twin suns set.
