For several days the visitors were here
We saw them turned down and we watched them disappear
Talked about the days they'd said were sure [bad word] Had a hard time believing

I remember seeing you, my tongue [bad word] dumb
When you first came here from wherever it was you came from
The power in your voice, your rough touch
You keeping care of me, keeping watch

Open up the doors to the tent
Wonder where the good times went
I will do what you ask me to do
Because of how I feel about you

I saw his little face contract as his eyes met light
Tried to imagine anything so bright
You only see it once and then it steals into the dawn
And then it's gone forever

For several hours we lay there, last ones of our kind
Harder [bad word]  maybe I don't mind
Sounds kind of dumb when I say it, but it's [bad word] I would do anything for you

Open up the promise of the day
Drive the dark things away
I will do what you ask me to do
Because of how I feel about you