And we return to her with thirsty eyes,nWith history burning between our thighs,nWith naked longing trembling behind our smiles.nWe're going back to touch this hallowed land,nWe've got God in our hearts, we're holding gifts in our hands,nAnd in that bag there is a loaded gun,nThis is a loaded gun, I've got a-nnAnd we return, backs straight, chins high, hair shorn,nWe're going back to taste the grain from where our hunger was born,nIn bodies withered, wrinkled, worn,nThe framework showing through where the skin is torn.nWe are army ants, we are worker bees,nWe are salmon in the stream after years at sea,nAnd this is blind man's bluff, but we don't need to see,nBecause we never miss our targets, no we can't miss.nnAnd we return to surrender, we return to fight,nTo keep warm inside her beauty just another night.nWe're going to turn back the tape to where the music starts,nWe're going to feel the cost of living in our fingers and hearts.nWe're going back to the place where the river begins,nWe going to break until the tears have burned away the sinsnWe're wanna lose ourselves and learn to make love again,nWe here to finish what we start, we're going to rip this all apart,nWe're going to press against the sky until we see our mother's face.