come

come, let's take a guilt trip
past the old worn-out tire
and way back into our sleep
where we laugh
where we cry
into the mellowing sun
til the shadows are far from our feet.

til we finally reach home
til we get there when we're old
til we finally admit that we're weak
til we wake up from our dreams
til we fall down on our knees
til we laugh until we weep
i won't let go.

come, let's strip bare
down to our naked soul
and lie down til it gets cold
where we shiver
where we dream of
not believing or caring
and purge our hearts on your sacred tears.