And we return to her with thirsty eyes With history burning between our thighs With naked longing trembling behind our smiles We're going back to touch this hallowed land We've got God in our hearts, we're holding gifts in our hands And in that bag there is a loaded gun This is a loaded gun, I've got a... ♪ And we return, backs straight, chins high, hair shorn We're going back to taste the grain from where our hunger was born In bodies withered, wrinkled, worn The framework showing through where the skin is torn We are army ants, we are worker bees We are salmon in the stream after years at sea And this is blind man's bluff, but we don't need to see Because we never miss our targets, no, we can't miss ♪ And we return to surrender, we return to fight To keep warm inside her beauty just another night We're going to turn back the tape to where the music starts We're going to feel the cost of living in our fingers and hearts We're going back to the place where the river begins We going to break until the tears have burned away the sins We're want to lose ourselves and learn to make love again We here to finish what we start, we're going to rip this all apart We're going to press against the sky until we see our mother's face