On the way back home I see you,

Enforces your pretty face into my blank stare you did,

Begins a pas de deux,
Of all the dead people; I dance with you,

Your smile lightens up the entire weary world,

Your crooked teeth, your sunken eyes, your molds, your thighs,
God, they are perfect through these eyes,

As I open my eyes, outside this filthy bus filled with corpses yonder-,

The clouds gently kissed the ground, passed: a terrible storm,

Right there in the moment I ponder,

The clouds shall be you and the ground could be me,

Before our blood runs cold, before our skins fed by worms,

Before they take our memories we deform,

Set off a journey dear, fulfill your bucketeer,

‘Cause you’re precious baby blue,

‘Cause I think I’m falling for you.