"Comin' Home"
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"Comin' Home (edit)"

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.
(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 know.
Loving me more as you see us peeling locust skins from the locust trees.
Hang on to the faces she screams to me.
Too clearly in this afternoon, clearly we will have to turn and come home soon.
Clearly in this afternoon, and clearly we will have to turn and come home soon.

"Comin' Home"

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.
(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 know.
Loving me more as you see us peeling locust skins from the locust trees.
Hang on to the faces she screams to me.
Too clearly in this afternoon, clearly we will have to turn and come home soon.
Clearly in this afternoon, and clearly we will have to turn and come home soon.

"Aphids"

All awake at bedside lifting through the afternoon, aces she says, must be by me.
Problems at the rose stem, tiny movements at the well, faces alive to sleep by me.

Communicate with the pack as well, it's good how pure we can make it smell.
Around you, it always feels the same.

Resting in sunspots in the fading afternoon, aphids abound, I swear, they're only here to sleep by me.
We'll leave the light on and the window halfway wide, aphids alive they sleep by me.

Crumples of silence we are, ringing off on our bells, got on it.
No wait before us and a comfort waits in a real cell.

Love-laced companions made the day slip past too soon, aphids astound, I swear they're only here to sleep by me.
Arrested movement at the rose stem at the well, aphids alive asleep by me.

Crumples of silence we are, ringing off on our bells, got on it.
No wait before us and a comfort waits in a real cell.
Crumples of silence we are, each and all to ourselves, got on it.
No wait before us and a comfort waits in a real cell.

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