Hawks on the run with the sound of a pointed gun March to the beat of a crooked heart that I must keep No sign of my name in God's will Do or die Trying to get right with what's left So much for surprise We all got to get off ♪ Kites in the sun Ribbon down Creeks of solar blood Waltz with the trees Touch the pulsing drums On shoreline's feet No sign of my name in God's will Do or die Trying to get right with what's left So much for surprise We all got to get off ♪ Count on misfortunes to peel Cracks in the eyelids of dawn White capped with fear How far can islands move on? When lonesome the mountain will call Ice trapped the future will hear