Comin' Home



We're two points collapsing, supercharged from the storm
Sun drenched in our faces, too deformed
Bliss with intent to see us peeling locust skins from the locust tree
Hang on to these places she says to me
Clearly in this afternoon, clearly we will have to turn and come home soon

She fell into me a point collapsing with her lovely face in the snow
The mission could be corrupted, and we wouldn't know
(And we wouldn't know)

My baby reaches for the sound, I've got my feet against the ground
My baby reaches for the sound, I'll take you anywhere you know
Loving me more as you see us peeling locust skins from the locust trees
Hang on to the faces she screams to me
Too clearly in this afternoon,
Clearly we will have to turn and come home soon
Clearly in this afternoon,
And clearly we will have to turn and come home soon







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