[bad word] 
[Verse 1]
We can build a treehouse in the pine trees
We can keep our secrets buried underneath
Wildflowers crash between your fingers
Clinging to the wild things that raised us

 [bad word]  [bad word] points you home
Calling out from the east [bad word] points you anywhere
Closer to me
If we make it out alive
From the depths of the sea [bad word] points you anywhere
Closer to me

 [bad word] 
Where you are, I will be
Miles high, in the deep
Where you are, I will be
Anywhere, in-between

[Verse 2]
Take me to the garden of your ecstasy
Make myself a headband from your fallen knees
Woven in the fabric of your tapestry
Cover me in honeysuckle memories

 [bad word] + [bad word] 

[Bridge]
I will take the pieces
Put them back together
Even when the grass isn't green enough
Taking all the matches
Build ourselves a mansion
Love you in the way you needed love
Where you are, I will be