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

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 found

Loving me more as we see us

Peeling locust skins from the locust trees

Hang on to their faces, she screams to me

Clearly in this afternoon

Clearly we will have to turn

And come home soon

Clearly in this afternoon

Clearly we will have to turn

And come home soon