Blood Stain On A Bone
All Words and Music By : Stewart Alexander


I’m sitting on the mountaintop
With a shotgun in my hand
I’m waiting for the red rose
And her blood to the sand

Remarkable it seems
The dead us in dreams
They all drown my
My inability to write
My inability to be alright
For you
And the rest of the world
They see my different they see me

Open and afraid
Open and alone
Like a blood stain on a bone
Ooo from India to Tibet

An eagle with a flake of flesh
Flies by an ancient marking
As I see the glory of
The rains perfected parking

The sand king’s alive
Waiting to drive
Waiting to drive us home