Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush
Kate Bush
Hounds of Love (1985)
The car crests a rolling peak of highway, blush and terra cotta as far as the eye can see. Seafoam and lavender skies. Grip the steering wheel, dust on your palms. Everything undulates in the afternoon heat.
How long have you dreamed of the desert?
You whipped through a wall of rain in Wyoming, cruising alongside a crescent of horses racing against the dark edge of cloud. Your heart was screaming.
Rock sealed in crazed shapes, a perpetual teetering. The sun hits the underbelly of everything. At a rest stop, you walk across an ancient plateau and fight the urge to crouch and press your tongue into the dirt.