i've taken a lover into my bed whispers of Spanish float 'round her head and sometimes her skin smells like chilis and sunlight and sometimes she wakes in the middle of the night she gets long distance calls from Barranca del Cobre something about her always looks hungry and i want her so much i'll follow wherever she goes but i don't see the thorns here for the rose and high up/in Mexico Curanderas bought her soul now i see shadows/at high noon and my heart changes/with the moon she went to say Hail Marys down at the mission says she's on the hook for the sin of sedition what union she's running from just her confessor can tell but today i have not heard them sound the bell and high up/in Mexico Curanderas bought her soul now i see shadows/at high noon and my heart changes/with the moon oh, mother of pearl/birds of paradise Sierra Madre earth/Cuernavaca night and i feel a burning through her skin branded by her tears like an animal she cries out but i see nothing nothing in her mirrors i try to tell her the things i can't show her she drops the needle, the music takes over we dance until the blood flows and the saints intervene and she prays for just one night without any dreams and high up/in Mexico Curanderas bought her soul now i see shadows/at high noon and my heart changes/with the moon