[Verse 1]
Cut through this clockwise fog
I'm finding new substance
In detail and waking up
Embodied in reflective puddles
And impulsive acts of clarity

[Chorus]
Why go home?

[Bridge]
Let go
Dissolve into blossom
I am the
Beauty in the trees

[Outro]
Kind blanket skies tear through my
Willing flesh and bone to dust
In the wind, in your skin
Cloudless in melon-tinged sunsets
And locked at the wrists