Vacilando Territory Songtext
von Josh Tillman

On that five day drive through the panhandle morning
All our plans were sitting on the skylight
Throwing fire outside the window
Breaking bows over our arrows
Till we couldn′t hit the kill zone if we tried


The golden desert floor is holding up the heavens
The space it will be tending for a while
The way you spoke about the unknown
Shook my twenty-five year old bones
And made me unsure I was someone's only son

You′re my, you're my brother
You're my, you′re my brother
You′re my, you're my brother
You′re my, you're my brother