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