I want to live in the evergreens
The Painted Desert's arid scenes
In the wilderness of your eye
I heard a sigh, your sigh or mine
I'm climbing this beast's rigid spine
Dance to the rhythm of the aspen leaves
Make it sound, make it whole
Fill it up, spill my soul
I want to fall through the canyonlands
Snake across the shifting sands
Glide the plateau while I resist
The quenching thirst, velveteen bliss
I want to live on the open breeze
Just a piece of wild terrain
All of these elements sculpting me
Make it sound, make it whole
Fill it up, spill my soul
Make it sound, make it whole
Fill it up, spill my soul
Make it sound, make it whole
Fill it up, spill my soul
Make it sound, make it whole
Fill it up, spill my soul
Make it sound, make it whole
Fill it up, spill my soul
Make it sound, make it whole
Fill it up, spill my soul