Let’s go camping in the cold Make a fire buy a tent      Envision leather getting old Re-send pigeons that were sent     Try to memorize your smell It reminds me of a field    Crickets clearer than a bell Have all their guys recast in steel    Birds don’t cry when echoes quit They trail off into the fog      Autumn hurts far less than sticks Knowing winter’s five feet tall     Generations of defeat All assuming your the worst     They never tied the cans To the back end of a hearse    Take your hand against my own If there’s a finger I can grip      Reassure me at the ace Mine’s a black heart you could flip      I’ve come to terms with what I have What’s been given what’s been asked     Turn my back against the sea And beg the serpent for a dance      But in the red dirt muddy towns Celebration of the dark      Children walking hand in hand With the pygmies in the park      I can’t touch you only once You always leave me wanting more      So keep my feet within the house And stick my toes just past the door      Let me know when I’m in love Let me die when I’m in love