Текст песни
The dunes have ears, the shadows lean
Every time I stop, the sand between
My shoulder blades feels like a pointed stick
I turn around – nothing, just a dusty trick
But the crunch of gravel in the distance grows
A rhythm that matches my own heart’s throes
Dune stalker, dune stalker
Are you real or just my tracker?
Dune stalker, dune stalker
I can feel your hungry stare
I walked a circle, I walked a cross
No footprints but the ones I toss
The wind is lying, the wind is paid
By something that the maps have frayed
I stop dead – the footsteps stop too
Now the silence is a different kind of clue
It’s behind me… it’s behind me… it’s behind me…
Dune stalker – I know your game
You are my fatigue, you are my shame
Dune stalker – face to face
I’ll outwalk you in this empty space
