One, two, one, two, three, four
When we were young we skipped our stones across the sea
And the impossible was nothing that our bodies couldn't be
No loss for innocence, to stream they'll care for anything but we
No one to gaze upon the sheep
Her army softly chanting
"no one asks a lonely face what it's like
Away from home."

We saw the sunshine coming down with tons of pedals on the ground
We sat with all the sights and sounds of all our makeup running down
And the sky looked like a painting
All the fields filled up with bodies of the ones she had loved
Why are you crying? She said:
"no one asks a lonely face what it's like
Away from home."