We went driving through the canyon And we read all the crosses while you sang of their life Does it make you feel alive No one likes to be here at night Just look at how the dust gathers On the abandoned cars That handprint will be there forever If there's land that's gone sour It's the land beneath our feet And if there's something after I hope it's light and lily-sweet You know we're the parasites Poison oak grows up the coasts trying to protect the earth from us But our hands bury shallow rot Blackened shrubs like singed hairs Para-gliders sail on heat thermals above the bones and Samantha, I don't know what to say Except If there's land that's gone sour It's the land beneath our feet And if there's something after I hope it's light and lily-sweet Who could make such burning Who could make such burning weight The red-roiling wake of death Who could make such burning