Living on land has finally found you
And some divine hand spins a globe 'round you
Your body lying there, honey I have to care!
The body you have, you can call your own
Your vegetable blood, your pottery bones
North and south, east and west, your heart's still in your chest!
You're not so lost, there is no map needed
True homes are housed in hearts undefeated
Yours is not gone for good; your heart is nails and wood!
Come to me, love, there's no tears worth water
To run down your cheeks and stain your skin hotter
The earth is still orbiting; it's not such a morbid thing!