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We were struck by lightning, it was like we'd never get old
Now when I reach out my arm in the morning the pillows are all cold
They were warm as the sun when your head was there
Now I'm saving the traces of it that died on the sink when dyed your hair
Last time a wind this hard blew through this town
It was you coming through to pull my pillars down
Breaking ties and roof rise and the summer was breezy
Now I know you're recalling the hues of your homes just to tease me
I've got my ear to the ground and I'm listening for you
I've got my ear to the ground and I'm listening for you
This happy homecoming, I am not inclined to believe it
And a snap shot of me I know now you need it
You need it, you need it, you need it
So I'm coming back from my time underground
Do you see what I've found?
You want proof? I still set out your plate
Well I got your telegram about eight months too late
Now I'm smashing not washing the china you left me to use
Making mosaics of scenes from the parts of my life that you left me to lose
I've got my ear to the ground and I'm listening for you
I've got my ear to the ground and I'm listening for you
This happy homecoming, I am not inclined to believe it
And a snap shot of me I know now you need it
You need it, you need it, you need it
So I'm coming back from my time underground
Do you see what I've found?