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