Swelled heat from your bruised lip
Sweet nothings in the space between our faces
So, so sweet

Soft heart at the top of a chair lift
Hold tight onto ropes, you fall towards me
So, so small

Tall fire and friends from underground
Your faith is fragile as a bird
My small endearing childhood wails
Oh, I will come home when you call, Lord

Whisper back to the head of your hearth
Pull back the fire from the things that you felt
So, so cold

Long hair entwined with cannibal gear
Sunlight on the things ripped away from us
So, so long

I buy reflections I can't afford
Pay reliance on unseen words
Felt blue and unrespected
Oh, I will come home when you call, Lord