Comin’ Home

We're two points collapsing Supercharged from the storm Sun drench 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 Living in this afternoon Clearly we will have to turn and come home soon She fell into me a point collapsing With her loving face in the snow The mission could be corrupted And we wouldn't know (And we wouldn't know) My baby reads for the sound I've got my feet against the ground My baby reaches for the sound I'll take you anywhere you want Loving us more as you see us Peeling locust skins from the locust trees "Hang on to their faces", she screams to me Living in this afternoon Clearly we will have to turn and come home soon Living in this afternoon Clearly we will have to turn and come home soon