My legs are limbs My shoes are cold stones All I want is for you to come back home I've yelled your name Through fields alone All I want is for you to come back home Sorrow screams That terrible tone Leave me deeper though the world of the unknown Sorrow screams That terrible tone Loud man flashes wearing suits without cologne And if they fabricate us Place a crux in anyone To "gretzky-safe", you can crack And we can still imagine what we had We will be the faces of the future at last
