The Rhythm Of The Heat Live

Looking out the window, I see the red dust clear. High up on the red rock stands the shadow With a spear. The Land here is strong, Strong beneath my feet. It feeds on the blood, It feeds on the heat. The rhythm is below me. The rhythm of the heat. The rhythm is around me. The rhythm has control. The rhythm is inside me. The rhythm has my soul. Drawn Across the plain land to the place that is Higher. Drawn into the circle that dances round the Fire. We spin into our hands and breathe across The palms. Raising them up high, Held open to the sun. Drawn across the plain land to the place that Is higher. Drawn into the circle that dances round The fire. We spin into our hands and breathe across the Palms. Raising them up high, held open to the Sun. Self-conscious, uncertain, I'm showered by the dust. But the spirit enters into me and I Submit. Smash the radio. The answers me. Smash the watch around me. The rhythm has control. The rhythm is inside me. The rhythm has my soul.