Temple

I saw the fog in the desert through a photograph
 Like white doves hanging from shattered wings
 The rodeo pull of your wild heart – let's tone it down please
 I'll follow you down follow you down follow you
 Follow you down follow you down follow you
 Laughing in the face of a loaded gun you might follow your own advice
 We work hard / We're not satisfied
 We're not lost / We are sanctified
 We lost hope / We're not socialized
 We have soul / We are sanctified
 I've got a photo fading in the desert sun now that all is said and done
 I see the temple low and rising – I feel the system come undone
 I want to follow you down follow you down follow you
 Follow you down follow you down follow you
 Laughing in the face of a loaded gun you might follow your own advice
 Lost in the feeling / Cities are burning