Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine

All of the astronauts
Champagne in plastic cups
Waiting for the big hero to show
Outside the door he stands

I think I know what's on your mind
A couple words, a great divide
Waiting in the wings, a small respite
Crowding up the foreground from behind

We can never go home
We no longer have one
I'll help you carry the load
I'll carry you in my arms

The thunderclap, I hear the sound
Like a cool call of my my name
It's only the rain