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 wanna 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.