God Protect Your Home (Portland, USA, 1996)

I'm tired of girls who fight with boys and graze their knees

And boys who tell stories of girls and stain their sheets

And where did you get to smell so sweet, is that sweetness for me?

And where did I find these eyes that

I found, they will surely let me down

And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck

And flows over your collarbone down to your breast

Where my hand lies ever so gently

And my hand starts to move down your

Stomach and in between your thighs

To a soft warm place I call home

And may God protect your home

There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine to her miscarried child

And a small boy who cries for trembling

White mice as they slowly, slowly die

I've seen these sights through the sleepiest eyes

And a heart so contentedly wise and tired

Now I bathe in the light of the most

Beautiful heavenly angel this side of the sun

And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck

And flows over your collarbone down to your breast

Where my hand lies ever so gently

And my hand starts to move down your

Stomach and in between your thighs

To a soft warm place I call home

And may God protect your home

I need you (I need you)

Like I need no one before

I've never needed anyone before