It's my bones (that are) shaking
It's my blood that's humming
It's the end that's coming and I can't get it outta my head, no no, I can't get it outta my head
Way up on El Salto, like the holy loner said,
There were singing waters spilling down that deep orange-red
As the sun would bid goodnight and the howls began to rise,
He would listen for the wild mother's shudders in reply
Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound, can you hear that?
Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound?
It's my bones (that are) shaking
It's my blood that's humming
It's the end that's coming and I can't get it outta my head, no no, I can't get it outta my head
Tell 'em it's the heartbeat from our father's father's grave
Tell 'em it's the rumble of an underground train
Tell 'em it ain't worth the fight, it's the old desert plight
Of the chosen, of the hallowed, of the brave
Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound, can you hear that?
Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound?
It's my bones (that are) shaking
It's my blood that's humming
It's the end that's coming and I can't get it outta my head, no no, I can't get it outta my head
Oh this place, it's calling for you. It's calling for you and you know it.
Oh this place, it's calling for you. It's calling for you and you know it.
Do you feel like you are missing out on something sweet?
Got a feeling all this realness is a little depleted?
But like you've seen some things too clear that you can't make disappear
I can teach you how to listen, but you never can unhear
That sound
That sound
Can you hear that sound? Can you hear that?
It's my bones (that are) shaking
It's my blood that's humming
It's the end that's coming and I can't get it outta my head, no no, I can't get it outta my head