I woke up to find my body sleeping With the pulse of the gra** at naked feet, a boy and his balloon Hallelujah voices calling out for me- all the stars build a map I'm turning back, I've made the road by walking Someone else blew an unheavenly trumpet We found ourselves embraced by despair and terror It brought chaos back into paradise Brought the chaos back onto the island The more I found out of you, the one I'm looking for, the less I dare to talk about [Chorus] You are the only young ones left, you'll never grow up So bring in the fact that you, like her, are perfectly imperfect, whole You are the last ones under the sun, lucky ones brought by the tide A perfectly imperfect hole to find All the trees and the flowers spread out on me Growing out of my mouth, growing where once my love prevailed I keep [], deliver us from grief Reverse [] and throw them out to sea (?)