Frightened time 

The grieving sky turned the little water into dangerous metal 

Dry, sharp, desolate and dangerous

For me filled with foreboding 

They are like the work of an evil child

Early morning swept clean of clouds

Lips scaly as snakeskin

Her voice rattled on as though she was terrified of the silence 

Nearly talked my arm off, she was hungry to talk, frantic to talk

But with shyness as though I crashed a party 

The strange landscape 

And the late afternoon changed everything 

The Badlands had become the Good lands

It was beautiful 

Lost their burned and dreadful look

Trapped in a color and dazzled by the clarity of life

The strange landscape shouted with color 

Far from being frightful

Land of milk and honey 

For the stars were so close, and although there was no moon the starlight made a silver glow

The night was friendlier than the day 

Was lovely beyond thought 

I can't explain it, that’s how it was