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