In bare feet in backyards In brown grass and blood A piece of the high life Digs into my heel Give back to the soil to see What can come up from the spring The red of the last light Goes down with your words From Brooklyn to Hawthorn The planes fill the sky You tell me about death I tell you the cardinal Crepe myrtle and the call With your chest you believe We're not fast enough to sleep Through the night a million miles We're both smashing windows Running wild The power line branches Make shadows of trees I'm still in the wet warmth Where muscles are faithful I tell you about death You tell me about the cardinal Crepe myrtle and the call With your chest you believe We're not fast enough to sleep Through the night a million miles We're both smashing windows Running wild Break all the dishes And tear down the curtains And throw over tables And rip all our clothes off In love so completely In love so completely In love so completely