Looking out the window    I see the red dust clear    High up on the red rock    Stands the shadow with the spear       The land here is strong    Strong beneath my feet    it feeds on the blood    it feeds on the heat       The rhythm is below me    The rhythm of the heat    The rhythm is around me    The rhythm has control    The rhythm is inside me    The rhythm has my soul       The rhythm of the heat    The rhythm of the heat    The rhythm of the heat    The rhythm of the heat       Drawn across the plainland    To the place that is higher    Drawn into the circle    That dances round the fire    We spit into our hands    And breathe across the palms    Raising them up high    Held open to the sun       Self-conscious, uncertain    I'm showered with the dust    The spirit enters into me    And I . . . submit . . . to trust       Smash the radio    No outside voices here    Smash the watch    Cannot tear the day to shreds    Smash the camera    Cannot steal away the spirits    The rhythm is around me    The rhythm has control    The rhythm is inside me    The rhythm has my soul