Whirling Dervish-Thin White Rope

[ti:Whirling Dervish] [ar:Thin White Rope] [al:Sack Full of Silver] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Whirling Dervish - Thin White Rope [01:46.33]I realize it's two or three comparisons away [01:50.50]But somewhere in the background of the calmest of your days [01:54.64]A scrap of paper floats a thousand feet up in the air [01:58.86]Abandoned by some dust devil that died and left it there [02:03.12] [02:12.00]The wind digs deep and peels up the skin of the land [02:15.96]The howling current erases the prints from my hand [02:20.36]I know you are a creature of soil and air [02:25.13]If one becomes too heavy the other simply escapes from there [02:28.83] [02:37.67]When you unleash the [02:38.69] [02:39.69]Sand and wind [02:41.27] [02:42.46]I am suspended by your eyes [02:46.06]Squirming like a beetle pinned [02:49.93]Between the devil and the deep blue sky [02:53.49] [02:54.81]The wind licks off the tarpaper with sandy cat tongues [02:59.43]Numberless horned bullets lodge in a lover's lungs [03:03.08]At last I see the ghosts which [03:05.06]Have been with me all along [03:07.11] [03:07.91]Spinning on an axis pointed straight up at the sun [03:11.58] [03:20.54]When the substance of our life together becomes too much [03:24.55]And you threaten to remove the whirlwind of your touch [03:28.82]I am only a piece of trash up a mile high [03:33.54]Grabbing at the falling sand which held me in the sky