Take It Home (long version)

I love your name, it's like a bad bad flame
and it's a burning thing and it's a goddamn shame
We can't follow this one home
I kiss the flies from your antelope eyes
In the dusty fields under yellow skies
But I can't take this one home

I can't take this one home...

Something moving in an airtight room
Doesn't age a movement for a year in a vacuum
But it dies on the way home
A lean hot love is sustained by drought
In the bright dry fields where they burn the wind out
The fire from my damp and sunlit home
I can't take this one home

I can't take this one home...