hear howls from the moon lonely souls that chill the bones el coyote her moans from bellow choked in dust screaming skulls call their brothers for so long these blues can be heard at night for so long these blues are a pack of eyes some say like the crow that this earth and everything he created el coyote cut a hole in a giants heart and lava flowed for so long these blues can be heard at night for so long these blues are a pack of eyes pack of eyes