We live high Our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it And it grows all fat and friendly We have surplus if we need it We hold on as hard as we can Our knuckles are white
We write letters to each other Invent secrets to confess to I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment By which to address you We feed fresh fruit to one another We stay up all night
I am healthy, I am whole But I have poor impulse control And I want to go home But I am home
We are strong, we are faithful We are guardians of a rare thing We pay close, careful attention To the news the morning air brings We show great loyalty To the hard times we've been through
We are filled with riches and wonders Our love keeps the things it finds And we dance like drunken sailors Lost at sea, out of our minds You find shelter somewhere in me I find great comfort in you
And I keep you safe from harm You hold me in your arms And I want to go home But I am homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
