I think she said she needed a place where she could feel
free
So I cleaned up the valleys of my heart and scoured mountain
views in preparation for the house that would never be built
I had hoped that it’d be enough
But she was immeasurable
My love for her could not amount to the longing she had to
live
My love for her could not compare to her dreams
My love for her could not compare to the love she had for
the world
My love for her had her frigid in deprivation, had her
heated by lust
My love, my love, my love
Won’t you come home
