Sanchez - David Knopfler

Far across a distant plain, he remembers everything

Hollow black eyes sure at him from rows of crucifixions

Conquistadors came, stars spinning at their heels

The Spanish Madonna, only she knows how it feels in Sanchez

To the mouth of the mountain, down in the long grass

Two wolf hounds keep the gates, protectors of the masque

Murdered for resistance, burrows turned to graves

Corpses seeding furrows, salute in shallow waves

His shadow waves now

These visions of Sanchez, calling from a million dreams

A man says to listen and know what it means

A series of protections

A cockerel spins skewered to a blood stained vane

Try to make connections

A woman calls my name

When mothers go to prison, children must go hungry

In evil hour the lizard takes poison to his belly

Tops and tails, the marks of Cain

The wind remembers whispering

Cracks appearing in the sullen rock

Make a pact, make a pact, make a pact with him

There it gibbers its lipless grin

Stitched up living in a dead man’s skin

He can’t undo a thing

Even the rain can’t cleanse him

Visions of Sanchez, calling from a million dreams

A man says to listen and know what it means

Shadows in Sanchez