True Detective Theme

From the dusty mesa

Her looming shadow grows

Hidden in the branches

Of the poison creosote

She twines her spines up slowly

Towards the boiling sun

And when I touched her skin

My fingers ran with blood

In the hushing dark

Under a swollen silver moon

I came walking with the wind

To watch the cactus bloom

A stranger hunger haunted me

The looming shadows danced

I fell down to the thorny brush

And felt a trembling hand

When the last light warms the rocks

And the rattlesnakes unfold

Mountain cats will come

To drag away your bones

Then rise with me forever

Across the silent sand

And the stars will be your eyes

And the wind will be my hands