Lyrics:

In the hands of every bashful mother
There's a quiet delay that you'll never recover
Accepting all kindness and blindness to all
Them who fire away demanding a reason
And I'd never beckon or for one second dare
Ever call you away, o but they sing, embracing, for you
Our bodies exhausted fall sideways to lay
And your arms made a place my face liked to bury
Yea and lifting (but not lifting) but drifting away
Where the angels would play like you'd almost forgotten
And on with the next breath so impossibly new
Like the curve of your waist all warm and ceramic and smooth
I don't wanna go home
I wanna come home