Love and Altar
Birds pick the highways clean
Crucifix across my shoulder blades
Got your name tattooed between
So you say the root is dry
As you flash the old-time camera
And hide your songs of anguish
In dying language
Never saw no rainbow sign
No meaning was I offered
To love is to pay
Lay your wealth upon the altar
So we share a couple songs
Here in the desert hotel
While they’re tearing up the highway
Here to Santa Bell
Autor(es): The Low Anthem