Baixar Mais Tocadas: Calexico clipes

washed my face in the rivers of empire / made my bed from a cardboard crate / down in the city of quartz / no news, no new regrets

Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath / That forecasts storms on the gallup poll / Waking up from the nightmare news / Hoping to read a sign in the morning air

Strange feeling you get / When you cross the switchbacks and bring it on home / Just the farther and farther you drift / Like that old crow, that’s beaten and worn