I love your name, it's like a bad bad flame And it's a burning thing and it's a goddamn shame We can't follow this one home I kiss the flies from your antelope eyes In the dusty fields under yellow skies But I can't take this one home I can't take this one home... Something moving in an airtight room Doesn't age a movement for a year in a vacuum But it dies on the way home A lean hot love is sustained by drought In the bright dry fields where they burn the wind out The fire from my damp and sunlit home I can't take this one home I can't take this one home...