Way by the north shore
When you suddenly appear
And my scarf is too thin to
Masquerade warmth
I thought I was hidden

From your touch
But you reach out a hand and
I take it

Up we go in mountains
Where snow never falters
And the sky we hold
We throw at each other
In spheres the size of earth
We catch and stumble backwards
With their lightness

How can we belong?
How can we belong?
How can we belong?
How can we belong here?

Your back at the moon

You pluck out a starfruit
From its branch and the bite
Entails the known punishment
We refuse the tale
Told way before our time
The tale we did not write

So pen again the peel of ground
On which we stand
With milky ink the color of your hand
We were always lovers and growers
But we were always
goers and leavers so

How can we belong?
How can we belong?
How can we belong?
How can we belong here?